My name is Nickolas but right now I answer to Nick Nick. I was born on December 25th. I was 9 weeks old on Sunday. I had a ruff weekend with my new parents. I joined them at 8 weeks old. On Saturday, I was very curious to see what was outside as my mom was throwing out an old pair of sneekers and i didn't quite get my head out of the way when my mom slammed the door shut. I didn't know if she was trying to kill me or what! As I was yelping, I ran and she chased me, so I ran again and she was still chasing me...and finally she cornered me and picked me up and offered me lots of kisses and hugs and finally I forgave her and licked her whole face. That isn't the whole story...On Sunday, my mom was fixing up a makeshift barrier so I wouldn't fall down the stairs and Dad yelled out, careful, one of those heavy boxes will fall on me, and just then thump, I was caught underneath a heavy box. I was yelping and yelping, trying to get out and it hurt really bad. Mom was trying hard to pick the box up off me and when she did, she picked me up and gave me lots of hugs and kisses and she was almost crying too. She put me down after a while but my leg hurt too much to use it. Mom and Dad put me in my kennel and left for about a half hour and then came back to check on me. I still wouldn't use my leg so my mom called a Dr. and they discussed what could be wrong and the Dr. said bring me in to see him right away. So off we go and the Dr. exams me and pulls and pulls on my knee and made me cry again. He talked to my mom and dad and told them that he thought I tore my knee ligaments. And if it doesn't heal quickly, I may have to have surgery. I would be the littlest and the youngest he ever operated on he said. Mom didn't like that idea, I could just tell. So after my mom wrote something on a paper and give it to the Dr. we left to come home. Once I got home, I started to play and soon forgot all about my sore knee. I was running and jumping and biting my mom and dad's toes, pulling on their socks and chasing the balls all over my house. Mom and Dad just were shaking their heads at me. And today, without my mom even showing me, at nine weeks old, I ran up the stairs all by my self. And I ran down the stairs all by my self. And Up and Down and Up and Down. I am doing the stairs like an Adult dog. My mom and dad just shake their heads...me with the bumbed leg. Ha. Did I fool them.
