Mylo has been my constant companion. He sleeps at my feet as I write this post. I've spent a lot of time playing with him, walking with him, talking to him, and training him. We have a busy week ahead as there will be shopping for a new (bigger) collar and name tag, followed by a walk in the park. We plan on a lot of new places, and maybe new friends, helping Mylo adjust and feel comfortable in this world. Tomorrow he has a play date with my friend Camille's puppy, Daisy. Wednesday we will visit my needlepoint class, as my friends would like to see how much he has changed in two weeks. Thursday we have puppy training, and Friday he will meet his new groomer! Life moves fast around here.
When I sit at my desk he is right under my feet and I can't move even an inch. He likes the chair matt as it is cooler than the carpet. He loves his kennels (one on each floor), and loves to walk (or lay in the grass and contemplate the good life). He is mostly house trained, usually sleeps through the night, and is learning the basics of sit, up, and down. My goal is to raise a good doggy citizen. No jumping, little barking, and how to be safe (in all circumstances). I know I've got my work cut out for me. Mylo is smart, and sweet, and I think he loves me.
That face. I tell ya. It gets me every time. His changes are rapid and I know he'll look more like a dog than a puppy real soon. Life has changed, but his presence and the demands of training and caring have been enjoyable and fun. As the Solstice arrived, summer began and the sun changed direction, I knew that winter would be better, easier, happier because Mylo is here.