Things are actually starting to calm down in the puppy-with-too-much-energy-for-me front. Phoebe is adjusting to her new, much smaller, environment and coming to grips with the word “no” haha
She´s growing every single second it seems, coming in at 17 pounds at just 9 weeks of age. She´s still dangerous when it comes to chewing and I fear for my furniture when I´m not around, but she has all these little gestures that make up for her little mishaps.
She makes me laugh with her clumsy movements and her innocent puppy face or when I´m chasing her and she almost crashes against something and then recovers and runs in the opposite direction.
And luckily she spends much of her day in leisurely activities such as this:
She has the cutest “chicken legs” ever:
She tilts her head when she doesn´t quite understand what I´m saying.
And she made the funniest faces during and after her first bath:
(The caption for this last one would read something like “Are you done taking pictures for my public humiliation yet?”)
This is my entry for Cate´s Weekend Dog Blogging.