He's all legs, gangly and clumsy:
(don't you want to feed me now?)
But so damn adorable, practically challenging you not to love him:
(is that camera edible?? is it something that would feel good to chew on?)
I think I had such low expectations for puppy-dom, had heard horror stories of people with their new pets, and seen it in action, that I just expected this to be a stressful endeavour. One that I would enjoy, yes, but I expected it to be much harder than it is.
But it really has been a pretty wonderful experience so far. He's smart, knows commands, and listens, mostly, is somewhat independent, and we're able to get things done and have some semblance of a social life. When we slept late on Saturday, he just had to deal with it, we were too tired from a very late night to be all cheerful and awake at 8 in the morning. He went outside, peed, and then went back to the crate while we slept a little longer.
Not to say that there aren't challenges (see the amazing chewhound, above) or that we haven't made adjustments (my carpet is constantly dirty now... it kills me!), but I think we are making an effort to make him adjust to our lives, not vice versa. Although he did learn to jump on the couch this weekend... especially when we were trying to eat. That has to stop. I won't have a beggin' dog. We're working on that, though. You just can never give in. As soon as he knows there is a possibility you will feed him, you lose. Eventually he realizes that it is pointless and leaves us alone.
(yeah, I know I'm cute as a button, speaking of which, is that button edible? Is that something that I would emjoy putting in my mouth and chewing on for a while?)
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