The LONG weekend is over!

Well, Tug and I were alone for four days while Mama went on her first trip since his arrival. If I coulda found gypsies to sell him to I woulda done it- several times! Actually, he was fine considering all the rain and, therefore, lack of walks to burn off energy. Me, I was a basket case. Really, he did very well and tried hard to be good. He missed Mama, though. If I said her name he'd start looking all over for her.

I took him to work to meet everyone again and they were amazed as to how big he was now. They'd only seen photos since his first week with us- when he was 7 weeks. Now, he's 7 months! When Mama came home she was quite surprised to realize how big he'd grown. Being with him daily she hadn't realized that he doesn't even LOOK like a puppy anymore. When she and my sister came in last night there was much rejoicing and puppy "kisses" and bouncing around; all by Tug since they were tired.

I have figured out that a lot of his gnawing on our hands (as opposed to biting) is really a request for food. He doesn't even check to see if his bowl is full- he just assumes it isn't and you have to walk him in there to prove it. *sigh*

P.S. He still hasn't really looked at the Christmas tree!