And he's seven weeks old. He's a bundle of energy one minute and a sleeping baby the next. We got him from a farm in North Wales. It took forever to drive there Friday afternoon. I'd said we were just going for a look, but the longer the trip the more I knew we were bringing a puppy home that night. In fact we almost brought two puppies home. We stopped at an ASDA on the way back and I bought some food, toys, blanket, puppy shampoo, and laundry basket for his bed. He's decided he prefers one of the cats' beds. She never goes in it anyway.
Needless to say, the cats are not impressed. It's upset their whole routine, but they haven't run away -- yet. I'm trying to reassure them and let them know they're still top dog. Jake finds them very amusing and is desperate to play with them. They just hiss at him and run away. He has chewy toys and a ball, but his mouth is still too small for them so he's been trying to chew on my slippers. I don't want him to form any bad habits so I'm not encouraging the chewing. He's already partially house-trained (as long as we take him out every hour and a half or so). He's not so good in the night yet, but he's still young. He knows when he goes to one part of the grass that he's expected to do something and he usually performs, to profuse praise. It's been a long time since I had a dog, but I think he's doing very well. He even sometimes responds to commands like Sit and Stay.
I said last week I was going to start Monday Moaning posts, and I will next week when I tire of poopy patrol. But this week, I'm absolutely besotted. And so is hubby. He said he thought he was doing very well for a non-animal lover. I told him that I always knew that deep, deep down he was an animal lover, but that it had been repressed for a long time. He laughed at that.
And the lovely RC has given me another award. I love awards. This is one for blogs that make people smile. I do hope everyone who reads this one is smiling today. I sure am. I will post some pix of Jake once we download them or upload them or whatever. He's black and white with a tough of tan on his cheeks. His nose is white and pink with a big black freckle. He is just so good-natured too. Maybe I've had cats too long. Don't get me wrong. I still love them dearly, but this guy is special too.