Daddy said I was growing up so fast.
And still, I loved to lie in front of the fireplace...
although I didn't fit as well as I used to.
I always loved riding in the car with Daddy.
Sometimes we'd go to the puppy park
and I'd get to play with all my friends for hours.
Sometimes we'd go on very long road trips.
I didn't mind how far we were going. I'm a dog, and dogs
don't have a concept of time like people do.
I'd just ride and ride and ride until I got sleepy,
Then I'd lie down in the back seat and sleep for a while.
Sometimes we'd just take drives together
and ride around in the country.
I always loved to woof at the moo-moos and horsies
and watch them run away. *giggle-giggle*
I just love to feel the wind blowing my ears back
and my tongue flopping around in the breeze.
Once I swallowed a bug. It was actually pretty good.
Sometimes he'd take me to the puppy store and buy me a
new toy or some food or vitamins...
or anything I could talk him into. *snicker*
But no matter where we go together,
we always have fun and I love going for the ride.
Then between the months of 6 and 10 months old, something happened.
I started looking like such a grown-up dog.
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