Weekend of March 3rd & 4th

I have a trainer. Yep, a dog trainer. What I overheard was correct. I need a dog trainer. Still not completely sure why. I'm cute. I have floppy ears. I'm cute. I'm growing but still small. Did I mention I'm cute?

Anyway, I met the trainer. And well don't tell Mom or Dad but he seemed pretty cool. He said I was a really smart puppy. I mean I already knew that but it's always nice to get some outside assurances. He was hanging out (ok training, I just don't like using that term) for 2 hours with me. And yes he didn't focus completely on me, but I guess it would be rude of him to come over and not talk to Mom and Dad.

Afterwards I was so tired from all the work and thinking I had to do. I mean when you're this cute you shouldn't have to use your brain that much. Just ask Garfield...yeah I know he's a cat, but he knows how to work it. The good thing though is that I slept all the way through the night. My first time. YEAH! I'm growing up. Woo Hoo.

Mom and Dad were happy too. Not sure why they don't like hanging out with me in the middle of the night, but I'm glad they were happy.

I also got to go to the vet this weekend. They love me there. I get lots of kisses when I go to the vet. I also got weighed. I'm 16.9 pounds! Yep. I'm getting big. So not only am I adorably cute, I'm growing up. I can't wait to see how much I weigh in 4 weeks when I go back to get my final shots.

Well, off to do what cute puppies do.

Logan - the cute AND smart puppy