I know I’m supposed to do this with my kids and a teddy bear or something, but let’s face it, this blog has never really been about my kids.
Lars is house-trained, can sit, kennel-up, leave it and drop (okay he drops it only when he’s not trying to embarrass me). He’s actually a genius dog, which should surprise no one, but it also makes him a huge pain in the butt because if we slack on training he learns to make himself cheese sandwiches.
My daughter is the true dog whisperer around here with her finger waggles and dog hugs and ability to get him to sit even though they weigh the same now.
And while having a puppy is a bit like having another child, I’ve never locked my kids in a cage and left the house for three hours. High-fives all around.
But don’t be fooled by the sentimental nature of this post into thinking the dog has someone ousted anyone from their rightful place in our home. The cats still rule the roost.