Rion is worn out from a busy morning of supervising turkey preparation, overseeing the present opening, playing with his new toys, playing with the gift wrap, and attempting to remove the shoe-laces from my mother’s shoes. The rope toy is one of his new toys, and there is twelve inch ruler beside him as he sleeps, to give an idea of his size.
It is generally recommended not to get a puppy at Christmas. And it is true, my preparations for this Christmas have been, as a result, even more haphazard than usual. (Apologies for those who will be getting late presents and IOUs. And it isn’t just getting a puppy, but the additional effort of helping to pack the office where I work for a move to Denver.) However, every time I start to stress about how much I haven’t done, I play with the puppy, or just watch him sleep, and I feel just fine. (Note: In our favor, as far as adopting a puppy, we have a flexible and versatile setup for dogs. Some people have gone so far as to call it perfect.)
He is adorable!
We rescued a pit bull puppy last week and are looking for its owner. I hate that we can’t keep him but we don’t have room what with the other 3 dogs and cats.