At eight weeks after the romantic rendevous, I was already stunning.
I may only be one day old... but I'd already made a name for myself. That's me toward the back with the pretty pink ribbon.
Naturally, at three days, I was already my mother's favorite.
I'm only ten days old here, but you can already see what a beauty I will become. That's me, the first one to the left of the pile.
I've just turned four weeks and am enjoying my first picnic.
Here's another picture of me at four weeks. Again, its me on the left. Those three little dots on the back of my head will later grow together to become a perfectly formed heart.
It's probably a surprise to most people, but even a beauty like me doesn't always want to have her picture taken. I may only be one month old, but I'm not shy about expressing my opinions.
At this age (again 1 month) I have far too much to do to be standing around taking pretty girl pictures. By the way, if you look carefully, you can see where those three dots are growing together and already starting to form a heart.
Here I am at seven weeks and you can already see what an elegant and powerful personage I will become.
At eight weeks I'm already a babe. If you look along this side of me, there are at least three more hearts. Mom has since found another heart, a snowman and M. Mouse.
Sometimes you just have to take charge of the situation...
Naturally when you are this good looking, this young, its easy to fall into the habit of admiring yourself. Only two months and one week old and already gorgeous.
Tana says I've always stopped to admire myself in mirrors. Mom always sits us by the mirror at rally class so I can have something beautiful to look at.
My Mom's ability to stack me properly leaves a lot to be desired. (two and a half months) Fortunately my inner beauty shines through anyway.
It was dang cold out when we took this picture. I'm three and a half months old, but I'm not a dummy. You'll note that mom is all bundled up in a big thick coat and all I get to wear is that little collar.
No, I did not lose my tail when I turned five months old. Sometimes it just wags too fast to be captured on film...
I am six and a half months old and getting more elegant by the day.
I still like to pose for people - I get on the dogwalk in the front yard and strike a pose whenever there is someone walking by. I just know they want to admire me.
And here I am in all my glory. Let me just close by saying...
"It's all about the attitude."