We're in the middle of a puppy count down.
Mr Accident is beside himself. He wants his best mate to arrive. Yesterday, preferably. He's convinced they are going to be a tremendous team.
At random times during the day he will go quiet and look thoughtful, then suddenly come out with a nugget of puppy-training wisdom that he has been mulling over. (I just wish more of his wisdom concerned actual puppy-nuggets, rather than the varieties of humorous tricks he's planning on teaching her.)
Look how much she's grown!
|Such a sweet, chubby baby.|
|Those eyes! That nose!|
(*Or in my case, probably about 12 sleeps. Bug has decided she needs me multiple times a night. I'm hoping this is a very brief phase, but it's seriously messing with my mental capabilities. Hopefully this post isn't too muddled! And hopefully my sleep and brain return to normal tonight.)