Showing posts with label Greenfields Puppies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Greenfields Puppies. Show all posts
Thursday, July 3, 2025
All Tuckered Out
I have to be real quiet, if I get up, poor guy wakes up and follows me. His first toy, there, is Houdini. I registered him. He's officially Sir Arthur Conan Doyle now.
Arthur's Busy Day
Arthur is already learning to sit. He enjoyed his bath. He likes the fireflies and doesn't mind fireworks. From a ride to shopping he met his brother, Frankie. He's doing well with potty training and walking on a leash. He had a manicure and a peppermint bath after his meatloaf and peas. Like Shiner, he likes Greenies. I'll brush his teeth tomorrow. That'll do, dog.
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