Puppy Training

I haven't blogged in a while but I have a great list of excuses. I've been battling a nagging cold/cough for over two weeks, I traveled up to Tennessee, and I've been living with a puppy. The puppy has been my biggest excuse. It's hard to accomplish things when you are constantly cleaning up pee puddles, pulling inedible items out of Bruce's mouth, preventing a Squeaky vs. Bruce smack down, and trying to teach Bruce how to roll over. Fortunately for all parties involved, Bruce is a cutie so it is very difficult to get frustrated at him for very long...even when he rips a hole in a pair of brand new dress pants...maybe I'm still a little peeved about that. They say raising a puppy is good prep for a baby and I'm sure it does have some similarities. The puppy doesn't know what a weekend is or that mama likes to sleep in on Saturdays. I've become very familiar with all types of gross liquids and solids that come out of a tiny creature in such large quantites, it defies logic. Sam and I talk about poop in probably the same frequency as new parents. We are constantly evaluating how many times he poops, the consistency of the poop, and we get freaked out when he doesn't poop. Shit is important! But enough about shit, here are some photos of the little shitter himself:

 His belly is too full!

 Daddy's ankle is a surprisingly comfy pillow.