I discovered two new things today, and I like them both!
ICE CUBES! Ooh! Just the thing on these hot summer days! Not only are they cool, but the slippery little devils are fun, too!
MY TAIL! Don’t know what, exactly, it is, but I know if I can spin around fast enough, I can probably catch it.
What a fun day!
Boy, it’s been a busy week! Mostly, I’ve been growing. I went to the doctor yesterday and I’m up to 23.4 lb., 15 3/4″ at the withers and 20″ sternum to rump. Maybe that’s why everyone has been telling me how big I’m getting. Oh, oh, oh! My left ear keeps trying to stand up!
Dad introduced me to a thing he calls a collar and one he calls a leash. I don’t know about them. Most of the time we get along, I suppose, but not all the time. (grrr) But Dad tells me I’m taking to it very well.
OK, I know you want to see some pictures, so here we go:
Huh?
Oh, lookee!
Ah’m a-truckin’…
Oh, boy, lollipop!
OK, so it’s just a stick. But I like it.
Dad said, “Sit”, and I did. He sure was happy. (Yes, that’s grass on my tongue.)
Woo-hoo!
I like bushes. Don’t know what I’ll find in there, but I’m sure there’s something.
Oh, look! There’s something else over there…
Ooh, ooh! Three legs in the air. I’m flying!!!
Comin’ in for a landing. Bank right! Bank right!
Drop it!
Harrumph!
Yummy! Dirt!
OK, it’s gettin’ pretty hot out here. I think it’s time to go in. See you soon!
I’m ten weeks old today! Dad says I’m growing like a weed. I can tell my legs are longer, ’cause the steps don’t seem so big anymore. 
Don’t I have a cute butt?
Hah! I’m an attack dog.
And that’s what my ears are going to look like when they stand up on their own.
Can you say, “stack”?
Yeah, I’m a happy dog!
So, I mastered going up the stairs several days ago. See?
Well, now I’ve mastered going down them as well! I’m so proud.
Dad’s pretty proud, too. But, he’s not so happy with my splashing in my water dish. Says he’s going to have to go get a bigger mop. Ma calls me a water dog. I just think it’s fun.
I went to the vet today. He’s really nice and said I’m in good shape, and that I weigh 16.2 lbs already. I get to go back in a couple of weeks and get my shots! I can hardly wait (I think)…
I like people! In the past couple of days, I’ve met quite a few of them. There are some like my Dad who say, “What a good looking dog.” There are some that are pretty and speak in high voices. They say things like, “Awww, how cute!”, and, “What a sweetie.” Dad calls them “girls” and “women”. He says I’m a babe magnet. I don’t know what that means, but I do like the girls. They smell good and I like to lick them.
Last night, Dad’s Barbershop Quartet came over to practice. I sure liked meeting them and had a great time listening to them. Most of the time, I was really well behaved and just lay down in the middle of them and listened. Although there were a couple of times I just had to join in.
Hey! I got really brave and walked down three whole steps! It wasn’t so bad, after all. Maybe I’ll try four later on today.
Dad had to move the divider in my crate back a couple of bars. He says it’s ’cause I’m growing. I like it. Now I can stretch out a little bit more when I’m sleeping.
And I’m learning to chew! I like to chew most all the time, except when I’m sleeping. Dad tells me not to, and I’m beginning to pay attention to him now. Sometimes when he tells me not to chew on the <furniture/box/carpet/feet/hands/arms/wires/stereo/you-name-it>, I give him this funny look and them plop down and pout. Harrumph! Then I see one of my toys and I pounce on it! Yay for toys!
Time for my nap. See you later!
I learned a new game, today. Fetch! I like it! Dad and I were just walking along, when I found this stick. Dad let me chew on it just a little bit, and then he said, “Bring it here.”
Boy, am I glad I did! He tossed it just a little ways away and told me to fetch it. Well, he didn’t have to tell me a second time, no sir! I bounded right over to it and brought it back to him for some more. What fun!
Sleep. Play. Eat. Sleep. Play. Eat. Ah, it’s a dog’s life.
We went outside and played this morning. What a beautiful day. Dad walked around and I did a really good job (most of the time, anyways) of staying right beside his left leg. On my own. No leash. No undo encouragement. Dad said he was really impressed. ‘Course, sometimes I surprised him by sticking to his right leg. (hee, hee)
Oh, and we ran around, too. Until Dad broke up laughing. He said the way my ears flopped up and down when I was running was just way too cute. I don’t mind. I like cute. And, just to show you that I’m also handsome, here’s a picture of me running to my Dad:
I’ve been told that I’m a show quality dog, and after he snapped this next picture, my Dad really gave me a lot of praise:
OK, bring on the ring!
Ah, but all of this activity has worn me out. It’s time to go take a nap. In my newly-discovered favorite safe spot - under Dad’s bed.
Boy, yesterday was quite an adventure, and it really wore me out! Ma packed me up in a box and drove all the way to Buffalo, where she put me on an airplane. I don’t know if I liked that or not. All of a sudden I was all alone, with strange noises and movements all around me. But, they got me on an earlier flight out of Atlanta, so I surprised my Dad by getting to Little Rock earlier than expected.
Was I ever glad when this new stranger finally let me out of that box! First thing he did when he let me out was give me some water. Yep, I was mighty thirsty by then. Then he petted me and made reassuring noises. He pets real good. I think I’ll keep him.
He had everything ready for me, and it wasn’t too long before he introduced me to my new best friend, Mr. Mahnquis. Here we are, playing:
I was pretty tired when Dad finally put me in my crate, so I pretty much went right to sleep. Home at last.