I must have hit a growth ceiling... I'm only up to 3½ pounds, and
almost 12 weeks old...

Mom's holding me in the most awkward position!

I think my personal trainer is trying to make fun of my size, here.  That cup's gotta
hold at least 24 ounces... maybe more!!  He did get me an new turtle when he
went to Seattle to throw those bent sticks.  I still haven't figured out why he wants
to throw something that he doesn't have to chase very far.