Peter and I got a new puppy, a German Shepherd! His name is Sarge and he's absolutely gorgeous.
I have been home with him for 4 days now, and I suddenly realized I am covered in band aides. Seriously, I did NOT plan to look like a plaster mummy for Halloween this year, but those TEETH! His energy level starts out adorably sleepy and sweet, and gradually ramps up to out of control, in-home alligator over the course of about 20 minutes and the only thing that calms him down is exercise. So off we go, trekking through the woods, gathering as many sticks and pine cones as his little mouth can carry. Then he crashes and I can count on about an hour of peace, while he sleeps on my feet. I can't go anywhere, but at least I'm not being chewed like an old boot.
Until today. That's when my good friend Brenda Gibson brought her 1.5 year old super hyper, and super sweet Labrador named Gracille over to play. The two dogs chased each other around the deck and had so much fun, that Brenda and I were even able to chat and drink a bit of wine, with not a single injury that required another trip to the band aide bar. Sarge guarded his water bowl to the point of getting inside it, and Gracille graciously tolerated having her tail and ears nipped at while she played keep away with the dog toys.
It was a great day, and Sarge was completely knackered afterward. I'm wondering if I can get Gracille and Brenda to come over every day. Probably not, but soon. For the sake of my hands and toes - soon.