Bertie's leg's feeling much better, and we went for a gorgeous walk around the village this evening.
Someone's hurt his leg and been prescribed anti-inflammatories and lots of rest by the vet.
Bathtime with Dad after a fox poo incident.
Bertie is teething and very unhappy about it.
Bertie and his (canine) BFF, Pippa, having a whale of a time on the top field.
I've been slacking since Bertie came home because he takes up SO MUCH attention, but here's a video of him from this evening with the post-bath squiggles.
Bertie has appointed himself Protector of the House. His enemy: socks.
It's occurred to me that I haven't written about Bertie's mum here at all. Her name is Angie and this is her third and final litter, and I'm really really thrilled that we're getting one of her puppies, because she's one of the sweetest, friendliest dogs I've ever met. She's also gorgeous!
Dad gets some Bertie kisses.
Two weeks until Bertie comes home!
Wink.
(Thirty-seven days!)
Bertieboots doing a baby howl (also feat. me saying embarrassing things because I was just so thrilled by him).
Bertie is a month old! (Thirty-one days, specifically.) He can howl now, and does it very enthusiastically. We won't be encouraging that habit as he grows up, but man, it's cute right now.
You might notice Bertie's looking a little greasy. It's because the beef mince he's been eating is pretty fatty! But he's also been rolling around in it, which is probably the main issue.
I also love how you can see his bone structure coming through in the second photo. Bertie's going to be a very handsome boy one day.