Scourge of the Vegetable Kingdom
We're puppy-sitting for my parents this weekend. They've gone to California to spend Easter with my sister, and left their newly-acquired dog with us.
R.D. (for "Ron's Dog," as my father was the one agitating for a puppy) arrived here too late for Pet Blogging Day (and he's technically not our pet), but as a yellow Labrador Retriever puppy, he's in the running for the title of cutest dog in all of the world (see for yourself). Of course, he also tends to attempt to eat, well, everything, but that's part of being a Labrador, too...
It's a touch on the cool side today, but nice and sunny, so we spent a good couple of hours outside (a good thing, as he's not quite entirely housebroken yet...). R.D. is certainly the terror of all things vegetative-- this would be a bad weekend to be a windblown leaf or a colorful plant in our backyard. He hasn't entirely got the hang of the Mighty Hunter routine yet-- his dramatic pounces often end up with him hitting the ground face-first, and when he actually captures one of his inanimate targets, he has a tendency to shake his head so hard that he knocks himself off his feet-- but once he gets the hang of the whole balance thing, he'll be a force to be reckoned with among the lower orders of plants.
It's been a shitty couple of weeks in many ways, but nothing makes up for that like watching a small dog careen around the backyard just for the sheer joyous novelty of being able to run. He's a handful, and will be a holy terror when he grows up a little bit, but right at the moment, he's devastatingly cute. Even if he does crap on the floor occasionally.
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