Well the past thirty-six hours have been a bit tiring, but the Sirs are slowly beginning to accept the interloper who is desperately seeking membership. Personally I think he’s trying a little too hard, but I’m sure that his canine brothers would disagree. We are succeeding at the whole ‘going potty’ thing (with a couple of exceptions), the crate experience and following the King around like a dutiful royal subject. Our days look like this…
We play…
Everyone gets a little territorial – as in, ‘he will NOT share my seat that the table’
We get sleepy
We pass out
And so it goes…And as soon as this little guy gives me a few moments, I will write about something else entirely..
Waiting for the Karma Truck 