My writing has suffered tremendously. I've written 255 words over an entire weekend. All of those words written while hubby was romposing with pup. Despite the damage to my word count, he's a pretty cool guy. He consistently goes poo on the pad. (We're working on the whole pee thing.) He comes when called, and he follows right on your heels wherever we go. At eight weeks, he's already going for short walks in the woods and down the driveway.
The people who had him were very conciensious with shots, but not so good on worming. The poor little dude has one of the worst infestations I've seen. He's been wormed and is on a better food now. What a difference! Now if only I had that much energy.






