The new puppy, Wrigley, had his first day of work today. I expected an office full of giggles and snuggling; a full-on orgy of puppygasms. Alas, I was disappointed as he slept most of the day. A few times I saw a random brownish-gray mound of fur sleeping under someone’s desk. He’s pretty big for only being eight weeks old. He’s probably the same size as Lollie right now (Grama’s full-grown Bichon Frise). About ten minutes ago I heard a couple of shouts coming from across the hall. It guess he had his first accident on the office carpet. At this point in Wrigley’s growth he’s gaining full pound per week, he’ll almost be full grown at the end of the year. I guess all that growing can wear a dog out. If Adam hadn’t picked him up this past Tuesday, the next day he would have been too big to fit in the carrier that fits under the airplane seat. I talked with Lendy a bit about how different Wrigley is compared to Moose as a puppy, and Wrigly is definately more fiesty than Moose was. It’ll be interesting to see how much torment and play-fighting Moose will put up with.
Maybe next week I’ll take some pictures of him.
Have a good weekend.