4 weeks pregnant

Mom says I am 4 weeks pregnant. That means little dogs are living inside of me.

She's been telling me for weeks now that I was special. One day I was just playing with my buddy Chance, the next she wouldn't let me play with anyone and started making me eat LOTS of food. At first I thought it was kinda cool. Now I'm tired of it. I feel weird and I don't want to eat so much.

Unless there are Beggin' Strips. I'll ALWAYS eat Beggin' Strips. And know what? She RAN OUT OF THEM yesterday. So, she cooked this chewy bloody stuff for me she called liver and then put some globby white stuff she called cottage cheese on top of it. I ate it, mostly. But it wasn't a Beggin' Strip. That's all I really wanted.

Tonight they just gave me dog kibble. I walked off. Chance started eating it. I didn't care, but Dad yelled at him. I went back to my bowl and, I don't know, it just smelled better. I ate all of it. The humans got like super excited about that. They are so weird sometimes.