Maybe I should start from the beginning. Here I am with my brother and sisters when we looked like rats. I'm the one in the upper left.
I soon outgrew my rat stage. Here I am at 6 weeks:
And here I am ready for my trip to Indiana. I was 14 weeks old at that point. The car ride was l-o-n-g. And I did
not like being in my crate. Michael and Beth (well, mostly Michael...since Beth was doing the driving) took pity on me and held me for the majority of the trip. The car was covered with my hair (oh yeah, we bulldogs tend to shed...just a little), but at least everyone arrived in Indiana with their eardrums intact.
I soon outgrew my rat stage. Here I am at 6 weeks:
And here I am ready for my trip to Indiana. I was 14 weeks old at that point. The car ride was l-o-n-g. And I did not like being in my crate. Michael and Beth (well, mostly Michael...since Beth was doing the driving) took pity on me and held me for the majority of the trip. The car was covered with my hair (oh yeah, we bulldogs tend to shed...just a little), but at least everyone arrived in Indiana with their eardrums intact.
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