Torean, torean, torean...

Our fluffy son is now thirteen weeks old, and a very solid 29.5 pounds according to the vet. His little quirks can either make us wince, or make us laugh, but each day with him is still something to admire. His ears have finally come up and are staying up nicely. Some days with his ears up and the way he barks when he wants attention make me think of a jackal. He has a lot of growing to do before he fits those ears of his, but we all are slightly sad to see him leaving his puppyhood behind. He has come along so much since the day we brought our six week old fuzz ball home from Ohio. Walking with him is still a challenge but he is getting better about walking beside us, not trying to take the lead from us. He is obsessed with grass, and dirt, and worms, he has accumulated quite the hole in his kennel to play in often coming inside looking like a wild dirt clod ready to play some more. He loves chasing my husband around the yard, especially now that he has grown, and he can catch my husband almost every time. Torean is still not sure about the cats, he wags his tail like crazy when he sees the cats, but he has not quite learned boundaries. The cats are being remarkably tolerant with him, and hopefully they can be together in the future without hisses, and scratched noses. Each day he can still amaze us with his antics, make us angry, make us laugh and make us melt when he is so excited to see us. We brag about him like he is our own flesh and blood child, and we already have a ridiculous amount of pictures of him. If this is what puppy love is, it truly is wonderful. HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL OF YOU, FROM ME, MY HUSBAND, AND OUR TROUBLEMAKER!