Zips

Rowyn playing "babies" with him.  He doesn't seem to be minding it, does he?

We've decided we picked the dumb one in the litter.  He's one of those that's lucky he's cute, because otherwise, he's got nothing to offer.  His retrieving is mediocre.  He still isn't completely housebroken. 

And...

 

He chews everything.  Seriously, everything.  We took him to the vet the other day and talked to her about it.

Vet: It sounds like he's a chewer, you're going to want to get him in obedience training...and more than likely we'll see him at some point for an obstruction.

Me: As in he eats something and it gets stuck?

Vet: Exactly.

Me: Great.

Booth has apparently decided to test his limits.

If you're weak of stomach, you may not want to read on.

This morning he went outside and had a peeker, you know the end just peeking out, and no, not of the organic variety...of the Glad variety.  A Ziploc, to be exact.  Thankfully, the extraction went fine, no vet visit...this time anyway.  Just one not so happy husband extractor.

Zips came in and promptly ate Rowyn's granola bar.  Just what he needs, a little extra fiber.

Yesterday, he ate two bowls of Eukanuba Large Breed Puppy Food...along with one granola bar, one peanut butter and jelly sandwich, one ball of playdoh, one kleenex, and apparently, one ziploc baggie, of the snack variety, not freezer. 

Remind me again why we got a dog?