Yes, he was that cute. All puppy smells and fuzzy bums and soft little pads on his feet.
Such a baby! He could hardly run in a straight line back then. He kind of hopped and flailed with his feet, and somehow he made progress.
There were a lot of other things he had to learn.
Like going outside to do his business.
And how to get along with the big dog.
And how to play with the cat.
As he reached the ripe old age of ten months, things got interesting. That’s the adolescent age for dogs. He lost all brain power and forgot everything he had ever learned.
The rest of the family was ready to give up on him.
But patience and consistency are the keys.
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