Fred came home just over a week ago.
Today, Fred is an eleven week old Newfoundland puppy.
I admit, Fred’s first week was not always easy.
Fred needed a lot of love his first week in a new environment.
Fred wants to be a lap dog.
If he could, he would cuddle with me all day long.
I don’t think Fred realizes how big he is going to be.
Yesterday, I left Fred alone in his crate for two hours.
I’m not sure how he did it, because when I came home his crate was latched shut.
Does Fred have opposable thumbs hidden somewhere?
In my absence, Fred wreaked havoc – as only a puppy can do.
In fact, when I walked back into the house Fred was eating one of my photography books.
I’m pretty sure Fred is just in a hurry to learn as much as he can about photography?
Fred thinks he can learn photography by digesting books about it.
(A lot of people think that too!)
I think Fred’s favorite thing, his first week home, was getting to lick the tupperware container which held remnants of cooked pumpkin.
Fred LOVES pumpkin.
It’s the craziest thing.
Fred also likes the Santa Ana winds.
The winds haven’t been really strong, but because I live in a canyon they’ve been noticeable.
Fred wants to stay outside in the wind for hours and hours.
He likes to chase all the blowing leaves.
There’s only one problem …
The winds give Fred a bad hair day.