No, that's not a new pup, it was me!On April 14 last year, I was just five weeks old and was already on my way to my new home.
I was put in a playpen in my new home.
I ate in my playpen.
And I was interested in things outside the playpen.
Argh...I almost got it.
I was trying to get out of the playpen.
Oops, excuse me...Yes, I learned to do my "business" on the newspapers.
Out of the playpen to explore the place for the first time.
Santa was afraid of me. Maybe she has not seen such a tiny pup before.
She was always on that chair so that I couldn't get her. I couldn't get on that chair yet but pretty soon I could.