Before I knew what was happening, I let Dakota get under my skin and now I’m really starting to like the little guy.  What a tough Leonberger I turned out to be.  I guess getting older has turned me into one big softy. It has been a long time since I’ve played with Larkin, but yesterday I was rough-housing with Larkin and Dakota and I actually had fun. Wore me out they did, but I slept really well last night so I suppose the exercise did me some good. Dakota might help me take an inch or two off my belly which is a little rounder than it used to be.

I think Dad’s a little jealous because when Mom walks into the room, I get really excited. I don’t know why — but when I see her, my tail starts spinning like a helicopter and I just can’t contain myself. She’s being very good about the whole thing as long as I don’t jump too much, but she says I absolutely must start getting used to the fact that she does not need my help going to the bathroom. Last time she left me out in the hallway and no matter how hard I ran at that door, I just couldn’t get it open. Good thing I’m just a puppy — that door’ll never stand up to a full grown Leonberger.