and puppy is home

old man puppy, yeah, someday a song might flow from that, but the river got the tune first so it'll wait for now... happiness is back and so it's his place again as the place is so full of stuff (furniture too big for the space) that there is only one narrow path from the living area to the kitchen or front door and he sprawls himself right there so stepping over him carefully is the only method of moving around which especially makes moving boxes and packing a challenge but dogs are honest like that and he's just saying give me attention, constant attention, kind of like i do here in these blogs, aye?... but at least you don't have to step over me to go to the bathroom, snarky snark snark...

he's a little bundle of love (and gas)... mostly love me, love me, but the love he does give is the unconditional variety so like most babies (and humans, though the love is not unconditional and dries up as humans age, alas), it's quite alright... he is loving the cool air... and i am loving him :)