And this coming week, it’ll be two months since I met my new pawrents and they took me with them to these beautiful mountains. And now, I’m ten months old.
I weigh 70 pounds today (I was around 63 when the good people at German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California came to help me). Three months later, I’m doing pretty good. My rear leg gets stronger all the time. How can it not, these mountains are steep!
Life is good. I can’t complain.