Puppy Love

Is there anyone out there that doesn't love a puppy? If so, I don't think I want to know you. Except to ask you why.  WHY?  What about kittens? Do you love a kitten? What about a box of kittens? Baby Pandas? Monkeys? Whales? 

There must be something, unless your allergic. I don't want to get those shots, either, so that's understandable. Except when it comes to whales. I've never heard of anyone being allergic to a whale. They couldn't possibly have dander. Barnacles yes, dander no.

Okay, so maybe you don't like puppies, but wouldn't you like to have all the boundless energy of a puppy? Just think of all the rolling around, tail chasing, and chewing of stuff you could accomplish in a day. The belly rubs would be nice, too. (I don't know about you, but I have to pay someone to rub my belly.)

This is Gus. I realize he doesn't look particularly active in this photograph, but trust me, at 8 weeks old he was getting stuff done! He had places to go, things to sniff, cats to investigate, greyhounds to chew, squeakies to squeak, stuffed toys to pull the guts out of, and of course, balls to chase. He never stopped moving. Not by choice, anyway. At some point his little body (it must have been his body, if it had been his brain he would have slept hours earlier) said enough! We must stop NOW. One second he was throwing the cat toy up in the air to make it squeak and the next he was sleeping on his way to the floor. 

Lucky for Gus, he didn't have a long way to go to get to there.