He is a genius and perfect, but that pretty much goes without saying for all puppehs. I am teaching him to sit on his hind legs (“sit pretty” is the command) and he is so funny…he knows what I want but lacks the strength to hold the position. So he sits up, then falls over on his side, to much laughter. He also has a TON of energy, more than I thought possible, and loves to get all wound up and race around the house bumping into things and knocking them over.

He’s piddling in the right place already, but we’re having trouble with the pooping…he thinks he can hide it by doing it under the bed. So, zero-sum game on THAT front.

tommycatt, her scrabble card is full, but if she kicks my ass like the last game, you may have her.

how’s the puppehcatt jr.? and as mark twain has said, “never cared much for a man who could spell a word only one way”.

Thanks. I should write doggerel more often, it is very liberating.

That was a practically perfect response in every way, darling.