Week 9

I've been in my new home for almost 2 whole months now, whew! time flies. Last Friday I met a "scottish deerhound" at the local park. !!! I thought the Labradors were horses... this guy was a giraffe.
I started digging when Mum and Dad let me out in the yard. They call it my "hole to china" well I say fine! I was just doing your weeding for you. Speaking of...stoopid thistles hurt. Dad got upset at my dirty 'socks' when i got all muddy.
The fluff balls downstairs moved topside, still not sure I like them. Also whatever those red flowers Bad Cow brought home need to go, they scare me and I can't go through the living room with them there.
Oh... and Dad stepped on me again. I'm one puppy, and I'm cute... so watch where you are going bad cow.

Dirty Socks!