So it was brought to my attention today that I haven't blogged much lately. (Thank you, trusty blog reader, Barbara.) Ya, I've been busy. Busy with my puppy dog. Pooped from chasing him everywhere, teaching him not to bite, and cleaning up the occasional mess. (The jingle bells on the door usually work as his I need to go out signal, but not always.) But not too busy to snap a few pictures every now and then. I do call myself a scrapbooker, you know. Years behind, but a scrapbooker none-the-less.
Here's the "Mom went to Costco and all she brought me was a stinkin' box" photo. He didn't get that for very long. Too much chewing and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that cardboard isn't exactly the best food for puppies.
There's a lot of this.
And a lot of this. Because he has to find out every five minutes if there's food in his bowl.
His water bottle with rice inside tied up in an old sock has been a big hit. Think: psycho dog thrashing around the family room.
He's learning to sit.
And lay down. And is always happy when he gets treats for doing so.
And this is the ready to pounce mom's slippers shot. He loves my slippers.
He had his first outing yesterday since we brought him home. He went to see Dr. Lynn at the vet's office. She said he was perfect, but I already knew that. He flirted with all the ladies in there, and the girls in the Starbucks drive thru, and with every woman in Petsmart. My dog, such a ladies' man.