|He was overly fond of my daughter's toes.|
Now he's six months old and he is a behemoth, a 50-pound monstrosity that is only going to get bigger.
|Pictured here with my son, who is six feet tall. You do the math.|
Today we gave him the run of the house for the first time ever and it is BLOWING HIS MIND. We moved some stuff, closed some interior doors to block his access to certain rooms, and for the most part he's under supervision but he still can't believe he has all this freedom. He's been roaming from room to room with a stupid grin on his face, occasionally looking at us as if to say, "You know the other end of this leash isn't attached to anything, right?" (Yes, he's walking around dragging his leash behind him. Because it makes him easier to catch. We're not stupid.)
So far the only casualties have been four socks (not mine) and two pairs of earbuds (mine, but old and kind of broken already).
But the day is young.
I'll keep you posted.