Capone the Wonder Dog has been with our family a little over a week now. We’ve discovered some of the things our puppy does are very cool. Some not so much.
- Waking up 3:30 am?
Not cool, puppy. - Having the morning wiggles so bad it’s nearly impossible to get your collar on?
Not cool, puppy. I cannot wrestle a frantic puppy before coffee. I just can’t. - Managing not to wee on the kitchen floor in spite of the morning wiggles?
Cool, puppy. - Going back to sleep in your crate until a more decent hour?
Cool, puppy. - Licking my feet in greeting with a level of adoration usually reserved for goddesses or other ancient deities?
Cool, puppy. - Working your way up to lave my calves as well?
A little awkward, but still cool, puppy. - Pulling me down a steep hill on our morning walk?
Not cool, puppy. - Pulling me back up that same hill with the intensity of an Alaskan sled dog?
Cool, puppy. - Nipping at everything that dangles, including shoelaces, hoodie strings, my coat, and any scarf I dare to put on?
Not cool, puppy. - Eating your kibble so fast you barf?
Not cool, puppy. - “Cleaning” your throw up all by yourself?
Not cool, puppy, although I do appreciate the effort. - Falling in love at first sight with the neighbor’s dog, Daisy?
Cool, puppy. And kind of adorable in a Lady and the Trampish sort of way. - Knocking Daisy over when you try to show your affection because she is roughly the size of your head?
Not cool, puppy. - Trying to nibble on the brick fireplace?
Not cool, puppy. I don’t even understand that one. - Taking a flying leap at my friend right after I serve her a giant cup of hot coffee, spilling it all over her shirt?
Not cool, puppy. - Sitting by her feet and staring up at her apologetically for the rest of the visit?
Cool, puppy, but touch my coffee and you’re toast.