Jamie is still working nights, but since I've been officially labeled "house trained", I get to sneak up on the futon and have a nap at night (or during the day) rather than be confined to my kennel. (Jamie makes me go in my kennel when she's away from the house--as I'm not that trustworthy yet. For example, I decided to help her utilize her toilet paper by unrolling it for her and leaving it strew about the bathroom floor. I can't for the life of me figure out why this was deemed "bad." I was just helping, by Crikey.)
I've met lots of new dogs in the new place, including another Westie named Claire. She's six and a half years old, and I'm just a pup (though I will be one years old in March--where does the time go?) I like other dogs, but they often aren't so sure about me. I also love people and get over excited when I meet them. This causes a bit of havoc in tight spaces like the elevator, but what can I say? I'm just a friendly guy.
Jamie has been taking me on nice long walks on her days off, and I'm exploring the new neighborhood in due course.
Hope this New Year has been treating you all well, dear readers. Til next time!