That’s my goose-down comforter (duvet) that Kip is sinking his baby-teeth into in the picture above (click photo for larger view). It’s just one example of the quadrillions of things he sinks his teeth into each day here at Crow Cottage – including human skin!
I’ll be very glad when puppyhood is behind us – even though he is cute as a button, and believe me, when he’s sleeping or being quiet (which isn’t often enough) he’s a pretty picture of puppydom – so we can get on to the task of having a full fledged collie dog here again.
I am running on empty. Each day it seems I can’t make it to the end – bedtime – when I can climb under my duvet and just rest without having to dart my eyes around to every corner of the room to see if he’s getting into some trouble or not.
Not that he’s that bad – I’m sure he’s average or normal for a pup. But as I head toward 60, and have aches and pains where I never even knew I had body parts, this business of raising a puppy is way too hard.
I guess we’ll survive, but if I EVER – repeat EVER! – mention in here again that we are interested in adopting a puppy, please get together and do an intervention for me to bring me back to my senses! OK?
Cheers for the dogs,