Hercules is Skeptical
I told Hercules the dog treat bag was empty, but, based on the look on his face, I can tell that he doesn't believe me.
I told Hercules the dog treat bag was empty, but, based on the look on his face, I can tell that he doesn't believe me.
Monkey loved the penguin blanket because none of the other Doxies in the pack ever wanted it. He'd drag it around and burrow into it knowing he'd be left alone.
It didn't take Hercules long to become a master manipulator. For being barely four months old, he sure has that "I'm just a poor sad puppy" down pretty well.
The one advantage to puppies over human babies is that after 15 minutes of super-activity, instead of crying, puppies just sort of fall over and sleep. Hard.
Hercules has figured out how to sit on the back of the couch, but he hasn't figured out how to hop off. Instead, he sort of oozes down the cushion to the floor
Hercules was enjoying a mid-afternoon nap in the sunroom, but I guess it got a little too warm on the dog bed. At least for the front half of him, not the back
Hercules had his first Independence Day party. After a late night of barking at fireworks and running around like his tail was on fire, he needed the sleep.