I started growing bigger really fast.
But I still loved to play with daddy...
maybe even more since I was getting bigger.
He would take me outside on the coldest of days and darkest of nights
when it was snowing or raining, even when I knew he was freezing,
just so I could play and run and grow up strong and healthy.
Very quickly I fell deeply in love with my daddy
and he fell deeply in love with me.
I could tell. He would feed me and take me to the puppy park
and take me to get a bath and groomed and take me to the vet to get all my shots.
I didn't like shots much, but I loved the vet's office.
They gave me treats when I was a good boy, which daddy says was all the time.
He would take me for rides in the car and pet me and rub me a lot.
He cleaned up after me if I got sick or if I had a puppy accident in the house,
so I tried to learn really quick how to go outside,
so daddy didn't have to do even more work because of me.
But even with all of that, I still loved to play, even in the house.
And daddy would always stop what he was doing and play with me and give me attention.
Then after I got tired, I loved to lie down in front of the fireplace.
It was warm in the winter and the marble in front of it was cool in the summer.
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