Pupdate

Last week, when my spouse was on a work trip out of the country, and without a whole lot of planning, I drove out to the Shenandoah foothills in Virginia, and came home with a five month old puppy.

Boy, did I forget how much work is involved in coexisting with one of these. “No!” “Don’t eat that!” “Get off that!” “NO!”

I have acquired a crate, which she has spent about an hour in, and cried so horribly I gave up. I have acquired a highly recommended book by monks on the art of raising a puppy. If only someone could inject its knowledge into my brain.

I have attempted to adapt myself to her sleep/potty break schedule, but find myself pretty brain dead by sunset.

Thank the heavens, a dog trainer is coming to the house to train us in a few days.

Reporting resuming soon.

Meantime, here she is with a Putin dog toy acquired after the 2016 US election.