My poor DR G

I got my 9 month checkup and guess what - I weigh 109lbs. Not a pint sized pup any more.

Dr G was wonderful as always. But her Blue passed late last year suddenly. I never got to meet him. I could tell she missed him. Dad was telling her about my breeder and that she needed to get another one. It was one of the longest belly rubbin sessions ever :)

Maybe Dad will let me go visit her because she let her dane get up on the bed!