Only puppies bite harder.
I've been a busy lady in my absence. Not only did I drive eleven hours across provinces with three children BY MYSELF, but I done got myself a puppy. Again, I am a sucker for punishment. The kids and I had a wonderful time torturing grandma and grandpa and their little doggie Nikita (who mainly hid in her kennel upstairs all weekend). Gramma fed them Coco Puffs for breakfast and bought then bubble blowing guns and jumped with them on the tramp. Grampa took them rinding and was gentle when they overfed his fish and pulled up his flowers. We had a blast.
As mentioned earlier we picked up a puppy for our little family. Why not,right? My life is already madness why not add a whining, carpet pooping, baby nipping, dirt digging, rug chewing, ADORABLE puppy into our life. Bnjamin picked him out and his name is Maximus. No not "Gluteus Maximus" and if one more person says that thinking they're being all funny and original...THEY'RE NOT! Sorry for those of you reading this who called him that.
Max is a wonderful puppy, fun, intelligent, gentle (except when the kids get him too riled up), sweet, and so soft. We've had him for almost a week now and I just love him! Except for when I don't. I already taught him to sit today. I'm so proud of myself, being the first time dog owner that I am. Now if only I could keep him from biting my skirt everytime I walk by.
More pictures to come.