The Trials and Tribulations of Super Truffle

Greetings, friends. It's been some time since I last took over human mom's blog, but I've been saving the stories for just the right moment. And it now seems that moment has arrived.

In a few short days I will be eight months old. There are days when I feel like I'm still a wee baby and then there are days when I feel like a senior canine citizen, an old pro just doing my thing.

I'm increasingly comfortable in my very fluffy fur. Human mom tried her best not to let the weather get in the way of her taking me on lots of walks during these last weeks of winter. I couldn't get enough of the snow but she would have curled up in a ball and hibernated like a bear for several months if it was considered socially acceptable behavior.

However, since hibernation is not particularly recommended, she sucked it up and indulged my love for the white stuff by bundling herself up every day, several times a day, in order to get me moving. She even slipped on the ice and bruised herself a few times, all for my sake. I am truly humbled by her commitment to my well-being.

Although the snow has disappeared, I'm quickly realizing that spring isn't so bad. Now that the weather is warmer, human mom leaves the back door open so I can go out to the yard when I please. I catch rays on the deck whenever I can. The sun feels glorious on my fur.

To read more about my latest adventures, which involve receiving my first-ever compliment about my behavior, escaping out the front door of the house and a terrifying road trip to Boston, CLICK HERE.