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Hi,Bella here. My mom never blogs here anymore. She keeps saying she's too busy. Right now she's cleaning the room the birds live in so I thought I would post something.

Today was a good day. I love days when both Mom & Dad are home. I keep bugging them to let me out to see Daddy then to let me back in to see Mom, it's fun. Also when they are both home we usually get morning walks. I love morning walks they are the best thing ever. Axl & Lola always go first because they are a little crazy. Mom puts me in the computer room and gives me a biscuit. I like that, it's the best thing ever. When they come back we usually hang in the backyard for a while and then it's my turn. Going on a walk is the best thing ever.

Today we walked down to the big road. That road has lots of cars and lots of noise and I don't really like it much. Last Saturday that noisy parade went down the big road. When we were headed towards it I kept looking at Mom because I was afraid there was another parade there. But there wasn't so it was okay. We walked along the big road to the place Mom calls the vets. I don't know what she means by that, I've been to the vets and we did not go there, so I'm a little confused, but whatever. We went into this vets office, at first I did not want to go. I could smell other dogs and I did not like it. But Mom said it would be okay so I went in. Mom asked the girl behind the desk if she could weigh me, I didn't know what that meant but the lady came out from behind the desk and petted me, so I guess it's a good thing. Then Mom tried to get me up on this box in the floor and I wouldn't go. No. Way. But then Mom pulled out some treats and I jumped on that thing and sat down so fast. Treats are the best thing ever. Mom had me sit there for a minute while these numbers kept flashing. I couldn't read the numbers because, well, I don't read. But I sat there. After a few seconds Mom said 95 and let me get off the box. Then we left that vets place.

As we were walking home Mom told me I weighed 95 pounds. She also said that in 2 days I will be 13 months old so 95 pounds is probably the weight I will be for the rest of my life. I guess that's okay. When we got home Mom asked Dad to guess but he couldn't. When she told him 95 he said, woo hoo. I'm not sure what that means but I like that noise.

Okay, I guess that's about it for now. Mom is almost done with the bird room and I don't want her to catch me on here. Good night everyone.