Today we went to Shilshole Beach. I think it was a reward for sleeping through the night. That's right. I'm 8 1/2 weeks old and I slept through the night. Thanks, yeah, I'm pretty proud. Marc and Barbara and I just popped down to Shilshole and sat on a blanket on the grass. The Man, whoever he is, wouldn't allow me and my dog friends on the beach. I liked laying on the grass. A bunch of people thought I was super cute. I know. I can't help it though. I am!
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