Along with being a dog owner comes some great stories (which I'm assuming comes along nicely with a kid, too). The best story is saved for last (and might be faux pas to write on a blog, but oh well, it's funny).
We bought him a bed from L.L. Bean so our little guy (who's getting bigger by the day) will have his own spot in the living room. For his projected weight, it was suggested that we get the X-large. Well, good news is that he LOVES it. Bad news is it just doesn't fit in our house...it's HUGE! I don't think we have a choice but to exchange it for the large, which will still be big, but hopefully doable.
[Sidenote: L.L. Bean might just have the best customer service I've ever experienced. They are happy to take back the bed, even tho it's monogrammed. And they even told me to keep it for a while, since he's still growing, and we can return it at any time if we decide it's not best when he's full grown. I will now shop there for everything I can!]
Scout and his bed
his bed taking over our living room
Scout's still got a ton of energy! Sometimes it's fun, and sometimes it's a nuisance, but he's really excited that we're starting our training class at Highland Pet in two weeks. :)
Scout, after joining me for a 4 mile run! Only
wore the sucker out for about 1 hour!
He is a GOOD sleeper! Not a peep from him in the middle of the night, and he naps well at work.
napping really well next to my desk
He still thinks he's a lap dog, and loves to crawl in your lap if you sit on the floor. I kind of love it tho.
Collier and Scout hanging out in his old bed.
He almost crushed her.
Scout and his mama
I've saved the best for last, but I excluded photos for your sake. (Warning: don't read on if you have a weak stomach or are eating a meal.) Scout hasn't been eating very well, and I've been trying to figure out why. Well, I think I just might have figured it out. After spending a super fun-filled weekend with grandma SueSue and his cousins, we had to put him in his crate while we headed out to a college dinner. Well, when we came back the poor lil' man had thrown up....the small, felt chew toy that I saw him swallow last Tuesday. So I'm thinking his stomach must have been full of the chew toy. But it gets better.
Yesterday, I went to let him out at lunch, and the boy had a tough time pooping. I'll spare you all the details, but I had to go get a shovel to help him get it all out. Turns out what he was having trouble getting out was a dress sock of Jamie's that went missing early last week. Disgusting...yes. Hilarious...yes! Think it's time we make sure we leave nothing on the floor!
