So, I now have my first dog ever. Yesterday had been an eventful day. On a disgustingly cold, rainy, windy, miserable day we got lost on the way to the breeder’s house in not-my-favorite-part-of-Cincinnati. Once we found it, we had a choice between four 8-week-old male Bostons. One had a black patch around one eye while the rest of the face was completely white, all around one big blue eye. Puck was an easy choice though: gorgeous, alert, curious, and near-perfect coloring. We stopped by Petsmart on the way home for supplies with poor Puck wrapped in the very blankets we brought our daughter home from the hospital in. Puck was a little nervous inside until he had the opportunity to meet a couple other puppies who were taking a break from training class. He was very social.
His toenails were so long and sharp they were catching on everything, so nailclipping was the first order of business. Didn’t phase him a bit. Next he was fed and played with a bit. Mommy had to go work then but Daddy is going to give him a bath. At first the water seemed like more playtime: stompin’ puddles, but wearing the water is a whole different story. Scared but stoic, at the end of it all, Puck smelled infinitely better.
After the bath, our six-year-old munchkin decided to feed Puck an entire 4 oz. box of liver treats. All at once. This was dessert to his carefully measured dinner. With his belly significantly stretched out but smelling yummy, he gets to visit Mommy at work. Mommy is NOT amused. :mad: Puck looks pregnant. Munchkin’s grounded. And she gets a stern lecture about dog care from Daddy. In the meantime, Puck’s extended Starbucks family coos over him. He gets LOTS of attention.
Finally off work much later that night, I come home and hubby is sleeping on the couch with Puck on his chest. He spends the rest of the evening alternately puking and farting on me. Puck does. Not the hubby. If it’s all the same, I’d rather be puked on than breathe in the aroma of his liver farts. Where’s the pukey smiley when you need it? I’ll be thrilled when he gets this out of his system.
Anyway, at some point last night he posed (well, not really) for pictures. Enjoy!
Oh yeah, and thanks, Bad News Baboon, and everyone else who responded to my original small dog thread.