Okay, so I was born, I grew to be about a pound and a half, whatever that means, I came to live with my new family and then I had to go to this place two times that wasn't terrible but it wasn't home, you know? I came back the first time with what my Mom called "matting" all over one side of me. The next time I went there, I came back even worse. Now I don't know what she means and I sure don't know how I got this "matting" thing, but I do know that now, I have no hair. Yep, that's right, she started cutting it all off. I have to admit it feels better than it did before, but I'm NAKED! I'm too embarrassed to let her take my picture . . . maybe next week . . . this being a puppy stuff is hard work. Oh, and she (my Mom) is making me eat a lot too. I'm not big enough or something . . . I don't know. As long as she keeps giving me those treats I'm okay.
Tomorrow I'll tell you about what she (Mom) calls, pee peeing on the floor. Apparently that's not a good thing. My legs are so short, I can't always get to that place she calls "the paper." When you gotta go you gotta go . . .
Bye
B
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