Dog Days

The children all had dental appointments this morning so, when I returned home at 10:30, the first order of business was to take Donovan out.

As he was standing on three legs, one hind leg flailing in the air, I was reminded of his puppy days. When we first got him, he was only a few weeks old, tiny, and darling. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him, sitting on the seat of a truck, shivering out of fear. We immediately took to each other and he's been MY dog ever since.

He would squat to go potty when he was a puppy. Eventually, at around 6 months, his male hormones kicked in and he decided he needed to cock a leg. The first few attempts were hilarious.

His first try resulted in him falling over sideways. He toppled like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Apparently, standing on only 3 legs took some balance, and he didn't quite have it yet.

His second attempt, he sidled up too close to the tree and, when he lifted his leg, banged his knee into the trunk. He stumbled around, nursing the knee. If he had been human, he would have been yelling, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

It got so that we all would go out, as a family, to watch his attempts at tinkling like a "big dog". We were very entertained. He was hilarious. He finally figured it all out.

Anyway, who knew that dogs could be so much fun. At least, ours.