would love to know what goes through his brain--he gets all excited as some cars go by and others simply do not captivate his attention. squirrels used to cause him to run and slide into the window in the hopes that one of these times, he would make it out and get to chase and now he knows that he is not to chase them everywhere, so he doesn't even blink as one skitters across the yard.
he looks happy. he knows he's home and he's spoiled.
(two minutes later...)
i am now very frustrated with my dear, sweet, happy puppy.
during the typing of the first paragraph of this entry, he decided to tip over my glass of water on the coffee table--soaking the papers and pictures i had there.
then, i had to pry one of colin's favorite hot wheels from his mouth.
next, i had the joy of reminding him that floor rugs are not chew toys and neither are my feet.
thinking it's time for that dear, sweet, happy puppy to spend some time in the backyard. :)
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