I did. Lots of fireworks and fun! And then, late at night, God got in the act with some fireworks of his own. They were much bigger and noisier. I’d never heard anything like that before. Good thing Dad was here to calm me down.
I keep on growing. Now, at 12 weeks old, I’m up to 25.2 lb. Dad says he’s going to have to move the divider in my crate again. Speaking of which, I like to sleep on my back! ‘Course, I like to sleep pretty much any way I can, but I really like to sleep on my back. Here’s a picture:
Yep, I’m pretty much filling up that crate now. Oh, oh! I hear the dinner bell ringing. That’s my third favorite thing (after sleeping and playing with Dad). Got to go!