I’m seven months old today! We don’t know exactly how much I weigh because we haven’t been to the vet in a couple of weeks and I’m way too heavy for Mom to pick me up… but we think I’m somewhere between 80 and 85 pounds.

I’m sure Diane will weigh me when I go to have my stitches taken out on Tuesday. Speaking of Tuesday… I’m just a little worried. Either Mom has completely lost her marbles or there’s something really fishy going on because she keeps telling me I’m getting new turd.

First of all, I don’t know why she’d want me to have more turds than the ones I deposit in the dog run because Dad’s already complaining about how long it takes to pick up after three Leonbergers. Second, there’s no way Mom could possibly find me turds that are more grander or smellier than the ones I produce myself. I am the master of turds! Third, I don’t see how a turd could ever be considered new seeing as it started out in the food bowl and took several hours to come out the other end.

Something tells me that getting new turd is not a good surprise. Not good at all, I fear…