A girl puppy, that is! Specifically, a female golden retriever puppy. My son and his wife have added a new member, of the canine variety, to the family and her name is Sawyer.
Here’s my son holding her last Friday when they brought her home, eight weeks old:
That bow was destroyed within minutes, probably with some help from my son. She only weighed ten pounds. Look how tiny she is!
She’s still at that puppy stage of sleeping most of the time:
And sometimes falling asleep in mid-step, as it were:
But she reportedly loves her crate and goes in there voluntarily to nap during the day, although my son says she also loves to be held.
She apparently has some innate mad retriever skillz, and has already learned how to fetch one of her toys. A text from my son:
I wish I could figure out how to post that video here. She’s chasing an empty plastic water bottle and it’s pretty funny.
Ah, retrievers. When our first black lab, Calhoun, was maybe a year old, The Dog’s Favourite Person taught him to retrieve the newspaper from the end of our driveway. This was a neat trick, considering that house was on a steep hill and it was quite a trek down an unevenly placed stepping-stone walkway to get to the driveway. Yep, quite the welcome achievement . . . until early one Sunday morning when we were out working in the yard and Calhoun decided to retrieve ALL the newspapers in the neighbourhood and TDFP then spent an hour going door-to-door, trying to figure out who was missing their paper.
But they look so harmless when they’re young.
I haven’t seen Sawyer in person yet — giving her time to get used to new people and a new place — but will most likely go visit this weekend. Before the new puppy smell wears off. We’ve decided to wait to introduce the pup to The White Ninja until the size difference is a bit more . . . equitable.
I hope TWN won’t be too jealous when I come home covered in soft golden puppy fur. Then again, she might not notice. She’s been awfully busy lately trying to conquer the kitchen garbage can (which was, fortunately, empty at the time):
While also doing her best to convince me how sweet and innocent she is, not to mention flexible (can’t do a pet post without at least one pic of the cat, now can I?).
It might be working. Even so, I’m not going to let her get anywhere near the neighbours’
newspapers garbage cans any time soon.
So that’s the good news from here. What’s up with the rest of you? Got anything interesting to report?