Kirby is officially eight weeks old. To celebrate, he had a banner morning of full-tilt puppy: accidents, unpleasant encounters with his sisters, etc etc (Dear Kirby: The Morkie’s tail is not, I repeat, NOT, a chew toy…), full-tilt being made even more so by his having actually slept for the majority of the night. Who woulda thought: snoozing much more restful than whining.
Side note: yesterday’s plan was a debacle. We are carrying on as we have done.
First car ride since the homecoming inbound this afternoon. In-laws / in-lawn, let the games begin.
