In other news, Bear continues to be an absolute delight. He entertains us all day with his silly antics and his penchant for snuggling. He's loving this fall weather and asks to be let out every few minutes just so he can lay down on the patio and chase the falling leaves. He's trained on the bells now, so all he has to do is go ring the bells and sit and wait for me to open the door. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure he's got us trained rather than the other way around.
He loves to survey his domain every morning - both from the front window and from the edge of the patio. The first thing he does when we come downstairs in the morning is to run to the front window, wiggle his way between the curtain panels, and try to push the curtains aside so he can have a better view. This means I actually have to be halfway dressed and partially presentable in the morning so that all our neighbors aren't horrified when they look in. BUT, does this mean I actually do look presentable that early in the A.M.? Not a chance.
Bear finally reached his 16 week mark last weekend, so he's cleared to meet other dogs and go on more involved adventures. Yesterday he was the toast of the town in Bethesda when we went for a walk and lunch with friends. A few people even stopped to take photos of him. He posed like a champ. That's my boy.
Oh boy. I'm turning into one of those dog owners. Well, begin as you intend to go on, I say. To cement my status as crazy dog lady, here's a montage of the little guy surveying his fiefdom: