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.
Kissing up |
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" |
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