Sleepy in Philadelphia

Don't I look peaceful? Uncle Andy brought over Petee's (remember the English Bulldog next door whom I've mentioned before?) old crate.

This is a photo right before they slammed the crate door shut and made me a prisoner. Nice selection of toys, huh?

It's been an interesting week. I showed one of the owners that I'm creative at finding wee places - especially if I'm being ignored. I think I wore him out; he went to New York - I don't know where New York is yet.

I've also learned to climb the back stairs. And, the yard has a great selection of edible leaves, twigs, and stuff.


The food's okay. I'm a bit fussy and insist that the owners stay right next to me while I eat.

They think I have separation anxiety - I'm nine weeks old - I don't know what that means. But, I don't like it when they leave me alone.

I did go to the new vet in Philadelphia today. That was fun; the whole office said that I was the cutest dog they'd ever seen, and the vet fell in love with me. I got a clean bill of health, and I now weigh 4 lbs 11 ounces.



If I sleep under the edge of the desk, I can keep an eye on the owners while they work.