His real name is third on the list of things we call him; “Buddy” is second: First? “Leave it.”

Oh, I thought it said “hog food”, not “dog food”: I had been feeding London a cup of food per feeding time, and worrying that he wasn’t eating it all. Thankfully, my wife, who can read better than I, noticed that the cup of food was per day, not per feeding time.

In other news, the sun is hot and water is wet: puppies and wood floors get along like water and oil.

Cheap labor is nice: he’s developed a habit of taking sticks, leaves, you name it to the base of the deck stairs.

We’re hoping for six hours sleep between the two of us tonight: he doesn’t like his crate, which will be referred to the rest of this post as That Which Must Not Be Named. Whimpering and crying goes on for at least 20 minutes after insertion into TWMNBN, with the record so far being over an hour. That being said, he has been getting better already.

All right, enough of that. On to the pictures!

No, he didn’t fall right after this picture was taken.

“Like Mike…if I could be like Mike…”

He likes to wedge himself into places.

“Mine…all mine!”