The puppy has arrived! Oh my god, he’s so cute! Look at his big ‘ole paws as he bounds down the hallway. We’re instantly in love with this little creature.
I was sure he’d have slept a little by now. Oh well, he’s still so cute.
Wow, this little guy has crazy amounts of energy.
Seriously? I take him out and he does his business. Less than two minutes later he poops on the most expensive rug in the house.
Doesn’t this thing ever sleep? No, I don’t want to play fetch.
There are approximately 732 dog toys strewn about the house. 700 of them have squeakers in them. What insane person thought that putting a squeaker in a dog toy was a good idea? Is that some sort of cruel joke?
Grandmothers hand-crafted statin pillow, handed down from generation to generation is now the favorite chew toy. I’m sure she’d understand.
Time unknown – daytime I think
Only slept a few hours in the last week. We’ve run out of Band-aids. The little bastard has razor blades for teeth. Wearing knee-high plastic wading boots to protect the last remaining pair of pant cuffs.
The $300 iComfort dog pillow is a shredded pile of memory foam. We’re out of dog treats and afraid to leave the house for re-supply. Currently feeding the puppy the last of the saltine crackers.
Trying to sleep on the couch. Puppy wanted the bed. For the love of god, make the howling stop.
Puppy became self-aware at 3:28 in the afternoon. This may be my last diary entry. I’m hiding in the closet. Puppy does not like subversive activities. We’re sleeping the garage, visiting the house only to attend to puppies fickle wants and needs.
Shush! I think it heard me. I hear paws on the hardwood. And the squeaker…