I think I’m getting used to Porter, even though I still like to tantalize him. Since I’m stuck with him, he’s become my partner in crime. Now mom and dad can’t tell which one of us took the cookie jar off the counter, destroyed it, and ate all the cookies; they can’t tell which one of us chewed up the black pen and got ink all over the carpet and stone mantel in the living room; and they can’t tell which one of us ate the blocks of cheese out of the trash.

If they don’t know who did it, they don’t know who to blame. Anyways, we have had plenty of good fun so far together. We’ve gone swimming and chasing balls in lakes, we’ve been running around a ranch with a bunch of other crazy dogs, and even getting some couch and snuggle time in when we decide to chill out for a moment.

We’re looking forward to hunting camp this summer and hope to learn a thing or two…and of course retrieve a lot of pheasants. I think I’ll win at sniffing out the birds, and Porter will win at retrieving.

Sometimes we appear to love each other, especially in the mornings when mom and dad are getting ready for work and we want to look adorable so that they don’t leave us behind at home all day. We just want to get outside and play!

XOXO, Lexi