Here are then:
I miss the young tiny baby Sonny. Those sweet-crazy-fun puppy weeks go by way too fast. Sonny is maturing into a good dog though. We comment every single day on what a truly good boy he is. He rarely barks, is relatively low energy for a young Jack, doesn't wake us in the night and will usually stay quiet in his kennel until we get up, he doesn't beg from us at the dinner table and, if told, will lay down patiently while we eat, he rides well in cars (in or out of his travel kennel), he snuggles and loves being held, he's good with people, kids and other dogs.
We have yet to introduce him to a cat; although, a while back he watched one through the window walk up the driveway and scare away the wild turkeys and deer who were grazing together under the bird feeder. Sonny has been watching the deer, turkey, squirrel, birds and chipmunks through the window from the first day at our home, but he has never seen the cat. He didn't like what he saw that day and barked his feelings through the window as the cat sat looking back unflinchingly.
The only real frustration we have with Sonny is when he gets a hold of something really juicy like a glove, a shoe, a sock, a piece of mail and refuses to drop when commanded to. At those times, he will run away cat and mouse style like it's the coolest game in town. There are no amount of pocket treats one can produce to get him to come, stop or drop. That's when I bolt for his cupboard and grab something to trump whatever item he has. Only then will he, reluctantly, let go and move on.
To all puppies great and small, Happy Puppy's Day!
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