Now that I am 14 months old, my dad wanted to see how big my paws are. He wanted to hold my hand, but I am a big dog now and I didn’t want to hold hands…………So we fought it out. Ok, We play fought. I won…but in the end I let him hold my hand, …’cause he’s my daddy.

Who’s your daddy? He’s my daddy!

…and my daddy’s hands are getting smaller. It’s like “slap me 5″…’cept I only have 4.

Life Lesson: Hold someones hand, it will make you and them feel better.