Being woken up at six in the morning to a cute puppy needing to pee is the least fun way I have ever woken up. So far. So I slipped on my hounds tooth jacket and my moccasins and faced the cold with a cute puppy.
Right now he's eating. No pooping in my room yet. Which is really good, and I hope he doesn't make a mess. I haven taken him out again since six thirty and I HOPE he did something. Because he's laying on my bed again. I would pretty much cry if he did anything on my bed. =(
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