Look at my adorable face—can you tell I am only 10 months old? Foster Mom said I was the most adorable pup she ever had. Well, I bet she said the same to all her pups, but if someone keeps saying something ten times a day, it must be true! For that sake, I trust her judgment about the cuteness competition.
Yup, my paw and my leg are still wrapped with a bandage, so I am not allowed to run or jump. You know that is so cruel for a puppy; life is so boring without running and playing. But Foster Mom always tells me I am such a good boy, so I want to behave. I do not want to make her feel bad. She takes me out a few times a day so I can enjoy the snow and fresh, cold breeze.