I’m calling another puppy day. Partly due to stress, sure, but partly because I just can’t sit on this little guy any longer. Indy was 8 weeks old when I took these pictures, still too young to interact with other dogs. And, quelle horreur, that meant that, because I had been running around petting all the dogs I could see, I couldn’t even pet Indy! The sheer injustice of it all takes your breath away! (Well, okay, it’s not ‘mass graves’ levels of injustice, but it’s still pretty bad.)
I had a nice vacation. Aside from all the work emergencies during it. And all of the non-emergency work I had to do during it. And the classwork I had to do during it. And all of the life maintenance stuff I had to do during it. And some other miscellaneous stress I will have to talk about some other time. But in fairness, it really was a gorgeous little cabin, and there really was some wonderful hiking, and there really were some lovely little restaurants… mmm… now I’m hungry.
I think this was Indy’s first time out and about for just a casual walk around the neighborhood.
Mom was still getting used to the high-pitched squealing sounds and the people keeling over in a dead faint.
He was a little wiggly. Not as much as you might expect.