This is me, today. I am 23 months old. Next month, I will be two whole years old. I feel like a big boy. I look like a big boy. But my mommy says my brains will not be 'big boy' brains for two more years. (She knows this. I am not her first labrador.)
I try to act like a big boy, even when it is hard. I guard my house real good. I sit pretty when Mommy says - especially when she has a treat. I am walking more like a big boy. Sometimes. I am not a little baby anymore, even if I am not completely a big boy.
I have been busy this spring. Some of it is good busy.
I help my daddy mow our yard and pick up sticks. I bring him sticks that I make myself, from Mommy's bushes. Mommy does not like that. She likes the sticks on the bushes. Pretty flowers grow there when they stay on the bushes. I guess Mommy wants me to bring them to her when the flowers are on them.
I am still learning these things.
My daddy and I have been watching a lot of hockey. Daddy's team wins, a lot. Daddy's team is still playing. Daddy says they are good. I know they are good: I get a treat when they put the black thing in the big net. I have lots of treats in my tummy. Daddy's team is good this year.
Some of the stuff that has happened to me this spring is not fun. I have allergies. They hurt my ears. I have to go see Doctor Debbie and get medicine for my ears to make them stop hurting. Some of the medicine stings. Ow! I run when I see Daddy coming with that medicine. My other medicine makes me tinkle lots, and it makes me sleepy. Allergies are not fun.
When it not so muddy, my daddy and my mommy and I will go up in the mountains and have fun. I like the mountains. Maybe this year, I can go swimming. I am a labrador. Labradors swim.
While we wait for the mountains to not be muddy, I am getting lots of walks with my mommy and daddy. We go on really long walks. They wear me out. I come home and sleep for hours after a walk. Maybe I am still a little bit of a little boy.
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