He was all "I'ma kick your ass" when he saw that giant (and not so friendly to other dogs, so says the owner) Mastiff get out of the truck down the way.
And then mama held him while he hollered at the vet tech for clipping his nails.
But then he got a treat and it was all good.
Gunnar: my not-so-much-a-baby-anymore baby. He's four months old and 45 pounds. My guess is he will at least double that weight. At least.
All I can say is he better start jumping in and out of the truck by himself.
Who wants a treat?!