The One Time Somebody Calls Me Big…

- Date: earlier this week
- Location: the guest bedroom
- I’m feeling: annoyed yet excited
I get it. I’m super cute. But how come that means my parents like to dress me up and take my picture like a hundred times? Granted I did wait until they raised the camera each time to scratch, yawn, stretch, and bite my foot (so I guess it would have been faster if I just posed like this from the start instead of on the 100th photo). But the point is that I was mad about the shirt so I found joy in making them work for it.
And as for the message, I guess it means there’s gonna be a tiny human around these parts in about six months. I’m excited about that. Then it’s just a waiting game for dropped Cheerios and sticky jam hands that I can lick to my heart’s content. Plus I bet my parents will do that guilt thing where they give me even more treats than normal to make sure I still fell loved. Please, as if I’d ever not be the favorite. I was potty trained in a week and I slept through the night by two months old. Bring on the baby!
 
 
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My Mom wants to know how they got you to potty train in just a week! I told her that your in a warmer climate than we are and i just can’t get my precious little paws cold that early in the morning. HeHe!
Yup, it was nice and warm when I learned- and I am an usually smart pup. Right in the beginning I learned from praise and treats that the grass was the way to go, so I started standing by the back door. Then my parents just learned to open up the door and let me out to do my thing whenever I was standing there… and I’d get a treat when I came in. Win-win!









lol SO TRUE! Don’t totally lose hope on the sleep thing though, my little non-formula man started sleeping 8 hrs+ at 7 or 8 weeks.