I’ve been told that since we got Archie that my blog has become a little dog-centric.
I decided that I don’t care. He is the cutest and I love him.
And why would I deprive you all from admiring his sweet face?
This handsome guy is 18 weeks old.
He sleeps through the night, is gradually getting less bitey,
and I can confidently say that he is fully house-trained.
You know the expression, “follows you around like a puppy dog?” I really get it now. This little boy follows me around from room to room. Sometimes it’s annoying but I (not so secretly) love it.
He rocks at fetch.
I mean obviously, he’s a retriever.
But still, I’m so proud every time he brings whatever I threw back
and promptly “drops it”.
Anytime there is more than one toy he’ll try to bring back both, but can’t.
It’s hilarious to watch his deep internal conflict as he decides which to bring back to me.
I feel like he’s becoming the dog we knew he would be.
He’s sweet, super affectionate, and playful.
I don’t remember what my life was like before him.
We love you Archie boy.