Dan and I adopted a dog this weekend. A really little teeny tiny puppy, to be precise. He is only 5 weeks old (which makes me nervous because you normally don't get them until 8 weeks, but I try not to worry about that) and he weighs a mere 7 pounds 4 ounces. And he is really, really, reallllllllly cute.
Isn't there a Golden Book called The Roly Poly Puppy? Because that's what Oliver is. He is very uncoordinated and often falls over with a plop. It's really adorable when he does it though. He has also been known to run straight into fences and do a face plant or two when the ground gets uneven.
He l-o-v-e-s to chew things like all little puppies do. We are trying to teach him that sticks are an appropriate thing to chew, as opposed to our clothes, for example.
The first day he had a hard time keeping the stick in his mouth, but he's learning so quickly! He's already seeking out his own twigs and is getting much better at holding them in his mouth.
Of course, there's lots of nap time, too. This is essential, because since he is only sleeping for about 2 hours at a time (I feel lucky for 2 hours, because everything I've read says one!) right now, Dan and I have been getting very little bursts of sleep. Naps are important!
Okay, I'm sorry, I haven't printed a picture in ages, but this one's getting framed on the wall. Right? Indulge me, please.
He's so fluffy!!!! I seriously feel like the
little girl from Despicable Me.
I don't have anything else to say. In fact, I'm super tired and going to bed to get as much sleep as I can. Dan and I have started doing puppy shifts through the night so we can each get as much uninterrupted sleep as possible. Good night!
