So here is the tiny puppy we brought home at the end of August. This picture is from a few weeks ago, now he's 4 months old and 31 pounds. He has grown so tall that I no longer have to bend over to pat his head.He's an awfully good puppy most of the time. He sleeps most of the way through the night and is mostly potty trained. Notice the emphasis on most.
Once in awhile he's terribly rotten, stays up most of the night and has accidents. We are trying our very best to remember that he's still a puppy and will be for quite awhile. That he won't chew on the girls' toys if they keep them picked up, that he won't rummage through the basement if we keep the baby gate up and that he won't try to take our food if we eat at the kitchen table. Basically, he's teaching us to be cleaner humans that don't eat in front of the tv.
He's trying his best to turn me into a dog person by quietly snuggling up to me and lying down on the kitchen rug while I'm busy making dinner and cleaning. I'm trying to be a dog person by sitting quietly when he's trying to snuggle up to me and not kicking him out of the kitchen.
