Thursday while I was at work my son calls me and the conversation goes something like this:
Brad: Mom, can you do me a favor?
Brad: Can you puppy sit?
Brad: I have to go to Meadville, can you puppy sit?
Me: What are you talking about?
Brad: I got a puppy
Me: Are you crazy?
Well of course he's crazy. He's young, he just got his own place, he's working 12 hour days and now he has a puppy. So being the
OK so now puppy enters stage left and Duke is going nuts. Not like wanting to kill the poor thing nuts, more of a "what's this I wanna see I wanna see, let me see" kind of nuts. Now when Duke gets like this he's like a little rain cloud and where's there's rain clouds you're bound to see puddles.
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to see what the puppy looks like? OK
There is no official name yet. First he thought he liked Calie, then he thought Daisy, now he's thinking Lola. Personally I was liking Daisy because then I was going to make my post title Daisy Duke time.
So anyway, after sufficiently sniffing ever square inch of this poor little pup Duke has determined that it is a little girl puppy. He doesn't seem to care that she is only 5 weeks old. This led to about 2 hours of "Duke, stop that" and "Duke get your nose out of her butt" Oh let me tell you he was making me crazy.
I thought a little outside time would help. Little girl puppy enjoyed it, Duke was still all crazed and me? I was on my last nerve.
That's it back inside. Good little girl puppy found herself a place to lay down and take a nap. Aww, isn't she cute?
Duke did not get very far away. He finally started leaving her alone but he layed in front of her panting like it was the dog days of summer.
Duke looking to see if I'm still keeping an eye on him. "YES, Duke, I'm watching you."
I was hoping that the first picture would have been clearer. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold one dog off with one hand, try and keep a puppy where a puppy doesn't want to stay and focus and shoot with the other hand? Let me tell ya, it isn't easy.