Tuesday, May 8, 2007
<-- "Mom, when can I play with MY new Christmas present?!?!"
We went to see the vet and weighed in at 27 and 28 pounds respectively. We watched as mom asked the vet if we would get any bigger. The vet said we were both about done growing. I could tell mom was sad because she loved her prior BIG dog. But then mom said the coolest thing, "sometimes God knows what we need better than we know ourselves." The vet smiled remembering how mom used to have to drag that 100 pound "mule" in the office in the past. We just sat there wagging our tails and puffing out our chests, trying to look just a wee bit bigger than we really were.