Arf!

I have a puppy! A PUPPY! A Labrador puppy.

sigh.

OH. MY. GOD.  All is right with the world again.

She is all inky black with gray eyes, a waggy tail and a lickey tongue. Her little belly is velvety soft and her ears wee triangles of silk. Adorably, she snorts in her sleep like a little piglet.

Her first shopping trip

I HAVE A PUPPY!!!

Roscoe can’t decide what he thinks about her. She smells pretty interesting and she runs kind of funny, but her kisses freak him out. She only weighs seven or eight pounds so she’s much too small to join in any of his many shenanigans. I can’t imagine her climbing up on the kitchen table for months yet. We were going to wait to give her to the kids for Christmas but maneuvering that would have been difficult. And besides, I was already in love with her. I couldn’t have allowed her to be fostered somewhere else no matter how competent.

We’ve discussed with the children their new responsibilites. The unfortunate thing though is that now the children fight over who gets to sleep with her (neither), feed her (Bandit), and clean up the puppy messes (both).

It doesn’t matter what they think about “their” dog. We all know she’s mine. Even Winnie knows it.

It's very exhausting being a puppy

HOLY CRAP! I GOT A PUPPY!

Post script Since for whatever reason our blog software freaked out and didn’t post this blog, Winnie has since gained some personality. I brought her to work with me this morning. She was sleepy and shy when we first arrived and won everyone over with her adorableness.

Then she woke up. I brought her toy with her, a flat racoon, just in case she was interested in playing. Well, she definitely wanted to play. I actually heard her growl under my desk while she wrestled with it. She also chewed on my shoes – while they were on my feet – and nibbled on the strap to my purse. I took her outside to pee and she viciously attacked some dead leaves. She also loves tug-o-war.

It amuses me to no end that she dreams so much, running and grunting with elan. What could a seven week old puppy have to dream about? She’s never chased a wild animal, never even seen a real racoon. It must be in their DNA.