An ode to Torean

As mentioned, Torean is now ten weeks old today, and it seems fitting to sit back and think about how much he has changed in the four weeks he has been with us. He is now seventeen pounds and not much of his baby fluff remains. His chest is broadening, so are his shoulders, and now his ears are comically lopsided so before long it looks like they will be up.  He still lets the baby shine through though, especially the other night when he fell asleep on his back with his leash still in his mouth. He still likes to sit on the floor with his back legs out behind him, while the stuffed donkey toy is his favorite because he found out that when he bites it just right he can make it sound like it is coughing. His greatest weakness is trying to sneak out so he can get into the cat food dish, then he sits and sulks when his attempts are thwarted. The cats regard him warily, wanting desperately to come in and play with him, but unsure if they can trust the rolling grunting furball that has invaded their favorite room. Torean doesn't really care as long as he can try and get to that elusive food dish. His second weakness would probably be the leaves falling outside. If  a leaf dares fall in front of him it must be pounced and chewed on to pass his inspection before he moves on to the next one. His third would probably be a tie between the broom and the pumpkins safely stowed out of his reach outside. Oh how he would love to chew those stems, and the bright orange flesh that taunts him. He feels the same way about the broom, the sound of the broom on the floor drives him bonkers. He tries his hardest to catch it and kill it, and again sulks when the broom is out of his reach. His personality is something else. He is strong now and he is getting extremely smart. He knows what potty means, and he also knows that the dining room door means the way outside. He is stubborn, he is pouty, he is a ham when he sees someone new who might want to pet him, he loves posing for the camera (when he wants to sit still), he knows what time we get up in the morning to take him out, he is loving, he is free thinking, and he still thinks the world is a chew toy. His baby teeth are incredibly sharp now so now we make sure he has a small army of chew toys to save our fingers and feet. He likes to watch TV especially when Nature is on, and at night he sits and waits for everyone to come home so he can give them his puppy greetings. When he is excited his ears plaster against his head and his little butt wiggles frantically while he kisses and whines before the biting starts. His face can make you melt, and it also broadcasts what kinds of shenanigans he is up to, which is almost always. We love him dearly, even when he is exasperating, and we can't wait for the adventures we will have with him. I hope you enjoy the blog about our little troublemaker, and I highly doubt Torean will let me run out of writing material any time soon.