Enjoy some more warm ‘n fuzzy cuteness, compliments of mister Dewey. He turned 9 weeks old on Wednesday!
Matt is just a little bit smitten.
…just a little.
Can you blame him?
We’re trying to take one seated photo of him per week so that we can have a photo chart of how he’s changed over his first year. The problem is that he loves chewing on my camera strap, so as soon as Matt takes his hand away, he charges right at me! This was the best we could do.
Don’t shoot, ossifer! I didn’t do it!
Seriously, I die.
He is a serious leaf gourmet.
He also has some hilarious chewy-faces when killing his prey.
You may be wondering how our firstborn is handling this new addition to our furry family.
Oh he’s doing just fi… wait a sec.
Seriously though, they’re getting along fine. Dexter is all bark and no bite. The lip-peel snarl is something he does when any non-human creature touches one of his toys. He is horribly possessive of them. It looks like he’s about to eat someone’s face off, but he’s a big softy. From what we’ve seen so far, I think that they will be great friends. Dewey is a bit aggravating to poor ole Dex, and he follows him around to nip at his ankles, tail (what’s left of it), collar, ears, etc. Dex is getting some serious workouts from the little tyke!
“Oh.. daddy’s ski glove? No, I don’t know anything about that.”
Pitiful pup is pitiful.