Dear Baby Bunnyhead,

It’s official. We love you immensly now. You are the craziest little clown. You weigh 26 whopping pounds now. That’s up from 12 pounds when we first brought you home. I guess that is what happens when your diet consists of chicken and rice three times a day.

You’re not very sweet and cuddly. I think that has something to do with the testosterone. Don’t fret, little pup, you are getting your balls snipped in exactly one month. Maybe they will let me keep them in a little jar so I can remind you of how has all the power. Too bad I can’t do that with Papa.

I would say that you are 80% potty trained. You go and wait by the door but you don’t make a sound so if we don’t respond fast enough, you go on the floor. We’re making progress though. Oh, and you bite. You bite my pants leg, you bite my hair, you bite the broom. I don’t know how it is that you know that I am sweeping, but you will come from across the house to eat that damn broom.

You bark and bark and bark at Roo for him to play with you. He sometimes does and you run all around him at a frantic pace. He eventually tires of you and nips at you. Then, you tire yourself out and fall asleep. You kick your little feet and snore and growl in your sleep. It’s so cute.

Love you so much, Konzie.

Love,

Mama