Bug and I ventured to the breath-taking Pasamonte for an over due visit with Pop and Gramma. He loves visiting them, running around eating butterscotch pudding, endless peek-a-boo and all the other good things that come from great-grandparents. Gramma somehow gets him to eat meat! He follows her around, then calls "Pop" and joins him in his chair for a break. Exhausting as it is, I probably should not have let SR sleep like this:
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| Thunder thighs got stuck before conking out |
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| Pop and Bug checking the stock market. He never sits this still for me. Ever. |
Our visit came to an end, so we continued with a mission to retrieve a free Great Pyrenees - formally named "Igloo" but addressed as "Loo" by his friends and family. I am a veterinarian. I know what a Great Pyrenees is. I am aware of all the fun genetic predispositions and health concerns and well as their mature size of "larger than me". In SAT terms: veterinarian is to dog owner as principal is to mom. I may have the book smarts and familiarity with the species, but I had yet to deal with food in/out, chewing, eating dirt etc that SR does. Same thing goes for Loo.
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| Pop, Bug and Loo |
He is wonderful and entertaining. Has not had an accident in the house (meaning mudroom at night). Listens well for less than 12 weeks of age, sitting and coming 95% of the time. Really an exciting addition, and hopefully guardian of the wee ones and livestock.
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| Bug enjoying Loo with the safety of the gate |
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| Bug offering his new pal Dr. Pepper, in addition to pens, crackers and whatever else was in reach |
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