When a doting person gets down on all fours and plays with the dog's rubber mouse, it only confuses the puppy and gives him a sense of insecurity. He gets the impression that the world is unstable and wonders whether he is supposed to walk on his hind legs and smoke cigars.
I promise that eventually the content of this blog will expand beyond PB, but Steve and I are having lots of fun with her and want to share our joy.
Puppy's first snow. Steve woke me up bright and early this morning so I could witness PB's first encounter with snow. She was a bit perplexed, but nothing too crazy happened.
Last weekend Steve and I brought PB to Petsmart to pick out her own toy. (If you haven't had a dog, you might think that toys are frivolous objects for pampered pooches, but in reality a toy can be the one thing that stands between a puppy and utter decimation of your abode.) PB likes squeaky toys and picked out this massive, oversized double squeakered chewing gum look alike: Dubble Bubble.
After the Trip to Petsmart, PB joined us on a short hike near Eldorado Springs, just south of Boulder. Those are the Flat Irons in the background.
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