Papa said he was taking me to someone who was going to shoot me. Somebody called a veterinarian. I was scared, but he said it was to make me safer. She was nice but then she snuck up on me and stuck me with something. Then she put something... she took my temperature.
I put on another .6 pounds. The vet said she didn't want me gaining weight too fast because it can cause hip problems later in life. Papa asked if 4.6 pounds in 2 weeks was too fast. I went from 10 pounds to 14.6. The vet said I should be thirty pounds in a month. I think papa will be okay.
I almost forgot. Papa kept me on a leash the whole time we were hunting. :( He said my camo was too good and he didn't want to lose me. I think he's just a control freak.
