At a dinner party this weekend I tried to explain to our friends why it is fun to have a small puppy in the house, in particular to have one puppy after another for the past six years. I could tell they weren't buying it. I didn't even believe the crap coming out of my mouth. After all, an adult dog is so much easier to manage. So what is it about a puppy?
|Waiting for breakfast|
First, Corky is not your average puppy. After just 10 days here he seems completely comfortable: he knows the mealtime routine, he naps at just the right times, he plays with the right toys, and he poops in the right places.
And he knows just how to handle Jam and Willow. He loves to snuggle up.
|More Kissing up|
And yesterday I found him snuggled with Willow (unheard of). He knows not to torment her.
|Corky resting his head on Willow's butt|
But he does require some extra attention. He sometimes wakes Cheryl up in the middle of the night, and he interrupts my work occasionally. So what is it about a puppy? I have no idea--they're just fun.
|Another nap, with Corky's nose as the pillow|
But we haven't forgotten Dewey. We have his postcard in the kitchen, and we wish him well. (No pressure, Dewey.)
|A postcard of Dewey wearing a Lei.|
To the side it says "Greetings from Florida"