Friday, September 12, 2008

From Gabe -- the oldest puppy

"I didn't realize the pressure that could come about by being the first born puppy. First of all, I had to sort of "pave the way" for my siblings and then it seems like I'm always first to be weighed and picked up. It's a lot of responsibility because everyone wants to see how I've grown and if my eyes are open. It's bad enough that Maggie Whetstone beat my with that "pepper nose" thing, but I've pretty much caught up with her on that. And...what's with her having a last name anyway? Honestly, the rest of us just have one name, but she has TWO --Maggie Whetstone. I'll have to ask our humans about that one. I like staying at Nathan's house. He's a really cool guy and takes good care of us. We're staying in his kitchen -- good smells, I think although I don't really know. So far all we get is Mom's milk and it really good stuff. Mom seems to have a never-ending supply of the stuff and that's a good thing. Boy Isabelle can sure root in there for muil. I'm really wondering what it means to have my eyes open? I wonder what I"ll see? I think I'm beginning to hear too, but how would I know about that? Being a puppy is just full of new things."

Sincerely Gabe with no second name.

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