Yesterday Bela turned 6 months old. She is a holy terror, chewing up half the house, when not humping a stuffed loon that is now wrapped entirely in duct tape. She drags poor loonie around by its neck, periodically humps it, then moves on to bite us or shred something important.Nothing but an endless joy for all concerned! Just when we think that we can't tolerate one more second of her puppydom, she falls asleep, and looks so innocent and angelic and precious that all of my previous dark thoughts concerning her future seem so alien and brutish.
Sigh. Soon, I keep thinking, soon she will stop biting the tender flesh on my inner thigh and ripping up the newspaper before I get a chance to do the crossword.
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Luckily, Bella will soon move on into Puppy Adolescence, which, I am told, lasts a year or so. This too will pass.
Rhys is spending it being alternately moonily loving and barkily bossy.
Laura bought a super tough stuffed toy at the store yesterday and Rhys had the stuffing out in one afternoon.
He's not humping it, though. I should mention this to him as an option.
Living "the moment"...
Pure hedonism...
Ahhh...
A dog's life!
:-)
Hey Pan and H, great to see you (or anyone at all, actually) dropping by! Bela is a, well, let's just say one of her nicknames is Hurricane Bela, and when she's sleeping, we just say that she's been downgraded to Tropical Depression Bela ;)
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