Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Canada in Exile


Well, its official. Canada has moved in.

For the first week or so, he was fairly mild-mannered. Very loving and not nearly as puppy-like as I expected. Rarely chewing on things, not too jumpy or hyper.


Turns out, he was just snowing us until we all fell in love with him too much to do anything about it when his real puppy-self was revealed.


We've had a couple toy casualties, a decorative basket was systematically destroyed, he nips at anyone's feet that make their way down the stairway, jumps up and grabs food from the kids while they eat at the dinner table, grabs stuffed animals from poor unsuspecting Sophie, and runs circles around the house during his hyper time of 6 to 8 p.m.


But, alas.... We love him.


As much as he can drive me batty, and as much time as I spend hollering at him, he really does fit into the family quite well, and I'm very happy with him. I find his emerging puppy-ness endearing, because I think it means he considers himself at home. We're his family, dammit.


Sneaky little guy, he is.




1 comment:

  1. I've seen Ben do that pose for a snack! Canada is so lucky to have you guys!

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