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New baby brother

So last week I went to spend the night at Uncle Roland's. Except it wasn't just one night, it was a bunch of nights. Mom and Dad were gone all that time. When they finally came to get me they had a new puppy. Except it wasn't really a puppy, because it wasn't like me. It was like a little tiny Dad. They called it a baby. Well, sometimes they call it an Alex.

The Alex doesn't move around or play or anything. Mom and Dad just hold it a lot. I still think it's interesting, though. I like to smell it and lick its toes. Sometimes it makes noise, but not very often. Mom and Dad promise it will get more fun, but it's going to take a long time. I guess I'll just have to take their word for it.

On the plus side, Dad has been taking me for lots of walks. A couple of nights ago, we got to see my friends Savannah and Dutch. Savannah's family has a new puppy, too, except this one is actually a puppy. We got to play in Savannah's yard for a long time. When I came home I was really tired, and Mom said I smelled like grass. Good times.

Baby brother, coming soon!

Mom is huge. Dad's been taking me on my walks lately, though sometimes Uncle Roland helps. I'm going to stay with Uncle Roland for a couple days next week, because Mom and Dad (AND Grammie and Grampy!) are going to go get my new baby brother. They must be going to a different breeder than the one I came from, because they didn't have to stay overnight to get me!

Mom said she might take me to a groomer before then. I've never been to a groomer before, but it doesn't sound like I'll like it much.

A New Year!

My first Christmas was so much fun! I got to tear up lots of paper! By the time I was done, Grammie and Grampy's living room floor was decorated with lots and lots of tiny pieces of wrapping paper.

I got to spend lots of time at Grammie and Grampy's house. We were there for Christmas, then Mom and Dad went away for a few days. They came back for a day, but then they brought me back to Grammie and Grampy's house to spend the night on New Year's Eve. Grammie took me for a walk that night, but I didn't like the fireworks very much.

Everybody keeps telling me what a good dog I'm becoming. I walk with a loose leash, and I don't make messes in the house, and I tell Mom and Dad when I need to go outside. I like being a good dog.

Mom keeps telling me I'm going to have to be a good big sister. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I'll try to do it.