Zoe and I are desperately in love with our puppy. A few times a day, Zoe will die from cuteness while watching Ein's antics. What she does not die from is, however, the fact that Ein will oftentimes partake in a fine delicacy we humans do not have advanced enough tastebuds to appreciate-- that is, his feces. Disgusting habit, but we're weaning off of him. We have to use the Rolled-Up China Daily of Death to teach him lessons about bad habits sometimes, banhammering his feces-eating problem from existence. He's getting better. I think.
Other than that, pictures! Ein's grown in size since we first bought him, but I have a feeling that he'll always be a little puppy in my mind.
These past two weeks, Ein's been shedding a lot of his fur. His back is now more of the same color as the fur on his head, which is a nice golden-brown, like the Stranglers song. Except for the whole thing about heroin. What was I talking about again?
Lastly, here's Ein doing what he does best besides eating feces: playing.Ein isn't all growns-up yet; but he's getting there.
1 comment:
Hi, Robert
You got me a very cute grand-dog. I watched the vedio many many times,fun to watch the little thing and to hear your laugh.
Lpve
Mom
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