That's the nickname my grandpa, my mom's dad, Terry gave me. Initially my mom came to my defense but maybe it's a good nickname. I'll let you be the judge.
I like to chew on my leash and play tug with it. My mom doesn't really like when I do this, but I growl and shake my head, I think it's fun.
And I like to pull the bags out of the blue bone. My mom says we need these but I'm not so sure we do.
And the mailman came to visit us. Since I'm still a puppy I think everyone is here to see me. He did say hi, but didn't stay to play. I tried to chase after him....
What mom? You want to take my picture?
Oh, and you're trying to read? I'll help you.
No, I have no idea what happened to my food bowl.
I swear it wasn't me.
No more plastic food bowls for Luna.
Mom tried the harness with me today. I'm not so sure about it. It feels funny when I walk so I have to sit down.
I got used to it, but both my mom and I realized that we need to buy a bigger one, this one won't fit for very much longer.
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