Gunter. Half dog, the other half dog, also.

This puppy, part pug, part Belgian griffon, tears at a rawhide “candy cane” near my feet.  Gunter got me up at 5:30, or rather, I got him up from his sound sleep to walk around in the cold dark neighborhood to pee.  He peed, but then he shit on the kitchen floor when he got inside.  I was satisfied that he was satisfied, so I fed him, watered him, and made him go in his kennel so I could go to work.  I can’t quite keep track of his shits and pees.  I know he likes me, quite a lot, because he ended up at my feet tearing apart the rawhide toy.

I think we will get along fine.

This evening P. and I circumnavigated the block with Gunter pup.  She sort of half dragged him with a leash while I trailed behind.  I saw him steal glimpses of me as went, so I just shrugged.  My spouse knows quite a lot about animals.  I think Gunter knows quite a lot about me, not all of it good, but most of it true.