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A Dose of Deedee--Thirteen Weeks Old

Last week, Deedee had an appointment with the veterinarian for her (Deedee's, not the vet's) next puppy shot.  She (again, Deedee, not the vet) also was weighed:  24 pounds of puppy!  When I got home, I pulled out Drexel's records.  While Deedee weighed 24 pounds at 12 weeks, Drexel weighed only 21 pounds--and he is a big boy!  I'll be curious to see how Deedee grows, and just how big she gets.  

Deedee's insight for this week:

John and Kristi were remarking about how much better I was getting with housebreaking.  Do you know what this means?  They might expect more of me!  I decided to spend the past 8 hours reminding them that I am still just a little, cute, helpless puppy. See?

Photo:  A close-up of black lab Deedee's cute face
Kristi again:  Cute, yes.  Puppy, yes.  Little?  Not really.  Helpless? Oh, she'd like me to believe that.  Deedee has made more progress forward than backward, and I know that one or two steps of regression is nothing to worry about.  She has no idea how much fun she will have once she has the housebreaking thing down, receives her rabies vaccine, and puts on a vest!  She's going to be a good worker!

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Thanks for a cute puppy!

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  1. Hurrah for Deedee's progress! That photo is adorable.

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  2. Kristi- you are so funny:) I'm loving that cute face- reminds me of Rocco when he was a pup many moons ago. He is quite the beast now .

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  3. That is just a wonderful face!

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  4. Such a cute puppy. Hope she gets that housebreaking done very, very soon for both your sakes. :)

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  5. I can't decide if that is a "guilty" look, or a "Why was it necessary that I have that shot?" look. What a great close up of Deedee!

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  6. I think I'm in love.... What a sweet face. And told you the first time I saw pictures of her; her feet are huge, so she will be a big girl for sure. Guess I had it right?! Paws are always the give-away's.... Give her a big smootch for me and good luck on the housebreaking.

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