I know nobody else really cares about my puppy as much as I do. The past few days I’ve been letting Boomer stay out of his crate for long periods of time. I moved his little bed into my office so he can snooze while I’m working. He lays there like a good boy, periodically chewing on toys or shifting positions. He hasn’t had an accident in the house or his kennel in several days and he is starting to pick up on more of his training with Mike.
Boomer 100% knows his name now, but his hearing is fairly selective. We haven’t had a chance to work with him on his leash, so hopefully we can dedicate some time to that pretty soon. I’ve taken him with me to Lowe’s and Home Depot several times, and he has done well. People fawn over him and he just sits there with a fairly apathetic attitude – strangers don’t really excite him, which will be good in the future.
I wish I’d been better about taking pictures of Bella when she first came home with me. I only have one or two pictures of her first two years and really didn’t document her “life” as I do now – mainly because good quality camera phones were far more obsolete and Instagram didn’t exist yet. Plus Bella has always been somewhat camera shy. She knows what it means when I pull out the Nikon or aim the iPhone at her, and she immediately starts ignoring me or leaves the room. Both of the cats, on the other hand, are complete hams.
I don’t want to know what life will be like once Mike and I procreate. I can’t put my camera down as it is – imagine what will happen when there is spit-up, crawling, walking, talking, and other human adorableness to document.