Hi brothers and sister, no photo today because I'm a grumpy, drooly pupster with sore gummies. Mum has been giving me some very cold raggy toys to chomp and also some gel stuff to try and stop them hurting. My upstairs big pointy teeth are to blame - Mum says it's awful unfair that growed up teeth have to hurt when they come but says I'll soon forget when I have a smashing new smile.
Does it mean everybody has sore gummies now? Mum says she hopes nobody else is homping the door frame, cupboards, lino, bed, concrete, pots and anything else within reach (she didn't know about the bottom of the washing machine 'til yesterday).
She said I'm not a real munster but a kangaroo x munster because I like to bounce about and jump on the worktop - I can just reach the back now if I run fast to get a good leap. I pinched her cup this morning and carried it round and it didn't break but she didn't want to share my slobber so put it in the dishwasher. I rather like the dishwasher 'cause I can get in there quick when dirty dishes go in and have a quick lick before the door shuts.
Me and Herne had great fun at the beach on Wednesday, we played chase in the water and got soaked and covered in sand before we came home for an afternoon nap while Whisper and Caleb had a walk.
Mum says I talk too much so I'd better go for now.
Love'n'licks
Logan
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