Well, it’s almost Thanksgiving, and I am all done with my meds and my semi quarantine. Since I had kennel cough, I wasn’t allowed to go out where other dogs could go so other dogs wouldn’t get sick. I had another vet appointment a couple weeks ago to get my booster shots done. I was such a good girl. I went right in with the lady and was so good. Mom said I couldn’t go out in the front yard until Thanksgiving, nor could I go meet this Max guy they keep telling me about.
Also, guess what? I now weigh a whopping 30 pounds! I eat all my breakfast, lunch and dinner. I still love to play tug-o-war. But also, I really love to kill all my little stuffed animals mom and dad bring home for me.
It’s those darn squeakers, I just love to get them and pull them out, and since I have such sharp glorious teeth, I can get through even the toughest of toys. Mom bought me a toy dragon that had a label that said “Made for Strong Chewers” PSH! I had the ear ripped open in a matter of minutes, and I got the squeaker out by bed time.
He's my first love
So far, I have had gone through many babies. Mom started me out with a cute little tiger, who was most favoritest and my best friend while I was sick, he was always there for me and let me drool and sneeze all over him. Once I was all better, he also let me tear him to shreds. It started with the stuffing, and now he is just a shell of a creature.
Next, dad bought me a gorilla, who was so cute and black, and was such a great little friend until I tore him to bits in a few days, all that remains is a shell.
My other true love
Then mom bought that dragon with tough fabric, and you already know about that one.
I also had one of those wiener dog loufra toys in there at one point, and there is pretty much nothing left of that one, and he had TWO squeakers! Of course I had to get those out real quick.