We're puppysitting a 10-week-old goldendoodle named Obie ... after Obi-wan Kenobi, of course, though I think his mom puts that little "e" at the end just to make it seem less, well, Star Wars nerd-ish.
I like Star Wars nerd-ish.
We've had him since Friday afternoon, and it took him about 24 hours to stop being afraid of Trotter and to start biting Trotter wherever he could reach, to get Trotter to play. And play they have ... I'm very proud of my dog, because he's 3 1/2 years old and still can tolerate playing with a little puppy, including rolling over on his back to let Obie on top. That's the sign of a good, good dog, so Trotter – if you're reading this, good puppy!
I've been doing the late-night potty trips with Obie, and this morning he lasted until 4 a.m. ... After our potty party, I wanted to calm him down until I put him in his crate again, so we laid down on the floor in the foyer, and I let him bite me until he had his fill. Eventually he rested his chin and both front paws on my forearm and fell asleep. It was the sweetest part of my day, and it was only four hours old.
We have to take Obie to a kennel this afternoon, which makes me sad. I'll miss him, though he only lives a few blocks away, and I'm sure I'll be visiting again.
Here are a few shots I took last week of Obie, Trotter and our neighbor's basset hound, Winston.
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
4.06.2009
Obie II!
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