I must have hit a growth
ceiling... I'm only up to 3½ pounds, and
almost 12 weeks old...
Mom's holding me in the most awkward position!
I think my personal trainer is trying to make fun of my size, here. That
hold at least 24 ounces... maybe more!! He did get me an new turtle when
went to Seattle to throw those bent sticks. I still haven't figured out
why he wants
to throw something that he doesn't have to chase very far.