Then, on Sunday, I helped to finish the Riley Egan bark park!
Life is good! Chow, baby!
The Dog Days of Thanksgiving. . . .
Thanksgiving Day - we travelled to Wellesley to be with the Grandparents, I was quite a hit with Grammy. . I'm pretty sure my breath is what's responsible for her expression. That's Uncle Dan holding me.
Homecoming!
I started my Grafton adventure by departing the only home I'd known in my short 8 weeks of age and it was pretty overwhelming. I missed Rhea and Jim (my first human parents), Logan (Dad) and my littermates. Aud and Bob brought me to my new homestead and even though I look really sad in this picture, I've got a nice corral, with a comfy crate and lots of toys. .
On the toys - I had to keep a close eye on them, it turns out there's two cats here and I don't trust a single one of 'em. . .
Look, there's Max - trying to steal my rope toy whilst I'm deep in the throes of depression and anxiety. . .
Good news is, I'm pretty sure I can chew through these bars. It's a work in progress at this point but I'm doing my best. . .
But ~ hey ~ not all is lost. Once I bust through the corral, I've got a nice office setup and that's how I was able to start this blog!
Stay tuned to my adventures! Lots more to come . . .
CHOW, BABY!
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