Argus is ten weeks old today, two weeks as part of the family. He is taller than he was, he is heavier than he was. Picture a furry ham on feet waddling around, tripping face first now and then. He is a klutz, he smiles all the time, he loves Josie, he is way more adventurous than she is. He is obsessed with getting under things, which is funny since by the time I finish this sentence he will not fit under anything. He wears a Tile Tracker on his collar (square that helps you find things) since I list him in the backyard once, still have no idea where he was, he just appeared, but now I can make him play music to find him. I am pretty sure you can see him grow if you watch long enough.
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