Big brother, teaching the little guy to text, an essential skill for all youth whether canine or human.
Seems I had almost forgotten how much of life with a new puppy is all about training. Even play requires constant attention to, "No you mustn't bite so hard!" or, "Ouch that was my toe!" "Gimme back my sock!"
Still, having a pup around is just a joy. He is definitely Becky's boy and rightly so, but doggies recognize dog folks right from the start. He greets me with pouncy, bouncy, jumpy play signals and wags of joy. My heart can't help but light up when I see him on the other side of the baby gate just bursting with doggy joy at greeting another one of his folks.
He sleeps on my foot. He is learning to follow along on the leash beside me when I babysit while Beck goes to work. He carries his food dish around with him, dumps the food and eats it off the floor, a never ending source of sharp little kibbles to step on. I think I'm in love.
Life is good with a new puppy...especially since I sleep at the farthest end of the house from his crate...so I can't hear his anguished howls, "OMG, I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone.....Save meeeee......."
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