Growing Up.

Woofles, everyone!

It's been ages since I've last been able to manipulate the keyboard- see, now they've got some fingerprint thingamajig, and I've only been able to use the keyboard once every, say, gazillion years.

Zhezhe says I'm "all grown up now!" and she's "so proud of you!", because I'm turning three this year, and apparently, I've been playing less cheeky cards. I just run around the house without jumping up and biting them anymore. Well, most days, anyway...

Just because I've matured doesn't mean I can't do puppy things, you know. I still like being babied and rocked when I'm sleepy. I also still rely on Zhezhe's lullabies. And now I wonder why I'm revealing all these embarrassing pieces of information.

Oh well, here's the update I *KNOW* you all have been sitting on the edges of your seats waiting for! I've missed all my dogster pals, and I'm wishing you fantabulous dogs God bless in the "train the owner" field.

That's about it for now, I send all my love (still in the form of puppy licks and pawshakes, of course- growing up doesn't mean I've got no traces of puppy, remember?)

-Springer

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