Orion was eleven weeks old yesterday. He doesn’t seem much bigger than three weeks ago, but is distinctly leggier. Now, instead of a black blob, he looks like a black blob with legs.
Category: Photos
Orion and His Squeaky Dragon
Happy New Year!
So Many Toys, So Little Time
Merry Christmas, and No Worries
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.)
My Evil Plan…
…to exhaust Orion yesterday so we could get some sleep last night worked! I tried to get him to play once more after this photo was taken but most of his bounce was gone. He only woke me up twice last night to go out, and both times the mission was accomplished so quickly that we were back to sleep within minutes.
Today’s exciting plans include a planned visit to a friend who has cats that are accustomed to dogs. Rion is sufficiently predatory that I want him meet cats while they are bigger than he.
Snow Puppy
I Have Eyes…
Orion
Orion (Rion for short) was born on October 20 and joined our family at 6 pm this evening, more or less. He came from Pikes Peak Humane Society, where he and his litter mates were born to a Miniature Schnauzer in foster care. He is currently sleeping in a crate on my bed two feet from me. Lody, unaware that he is not just passing through, seems to like him. I would say that his arrival was unpremeditated, except that when you are checking out under year old dogs on the website every few days it is inevitable that sooner or later you are going to end up with a young dog. I just thought it was going to be one of those dogs who had reached the adolescent ugly “you mean we have to train it?” stage. It has been eighteen years since we’ve had a baby anything around. And yes, there are eyes in that face.
