I love dogs. and yes this is another creepy post.

Dogs, or more specifically puppies, are the key to good habits. They MAKE you be good, or you end up with a screwed up dog. For exAmple. If you are not attentive you will have messes to clean up. If you are not constant in your reward and disciplining attitudes than your puppy will never be constant in it's manners and pottytrainedness. Puppies don't like yelling. If you get stressed out, so do your puppies. If you forget to keep your promises, like feeding your dog, they graciously throw up. If you don't keep your appointments, such as taking someone to the potty, then... well. You get the picture.

I never realized how good you have to be to keep your dog good. But it is SO worth it. There is nothing like a warm fuzzy, albeit smelly, puppy greeting you like he hasn't seen you in a million years, even though you just said hi five minutes ago. Puppies also keep you in shape. If you don't walk them, then they make you run them.. or after them.

The jist is that I love my growing puppy. Just thought you should know.

Ah. Sweet is the life of a dog owner. Mostly. Although I swore I would never become one of those creepy people who talk about how their dogs have such attitudes and are just like little people, apparently I have been infected by this ghastly disease and I simply have to extricate myself from society apart from this delicious little blog. Prepare to read some creepiness.

Henry is the best dog. Ever. Although he might have been subject to illegal genetic mutation to exist in such a superior state, we will steer clear of the popo and live our lives in blissful companionship.

Although the first time I saw him I could see through his flee ridden, poop stained coat that he was a champion, he did have what I THOUGHT were flaws. But after a bath with outrageously EXPENSIVE flea shampoo I could see that my doubts were that of one with no faith. Sometimes when I would take him to the bathroom at 3am he would pee and then run away from me. For the first few nights I would chase him down and graciously stuff him back into his kennel. But eventually I thought, to heck with it. If he wants to sleep out here that's fine. So he went and ran away and I was ABOUT to go back inside when he ran around the yard and relieved himself TWO MORE TIMES!

I know. He is truly a champion among beasts.

Aside from the obvious aspects you would expect a future best in show dog, he has many other good qualities. He is not snobbish, even though you would expect such attitude from a canine lady killer, on the contrary, he is great with kids and cats alike.

The third day I had him I looked into the back yard to see him running in tighter and tighter circles around my siblings until they were all rounded up into the most manageable little bundle and I thought to myself, 'What did I do to deserve so many blessings?'

The week has been quite eventful. Among other things my birthday was on the first and I must say that my present is quite exquisite.Is he not fabulous? I know I am one priveledged individual. He is a red merle Australian Shepherd. He has been dubbed Henry in honor of the star of the book (and movie) the Time Traveler's Wife. He is so sweet and adorable and awesome and handsome and cute and nice and easily pottietrainable and smells good and bathes readily and doesn't care for doggie treats and likes to lick my face even though it forces my robust skin into a ghastly rash and smartly herds my siblings into a neat little group and I'm pretty sure he has a thing for Mozart. Perhaps in the future I shall post pictures of my sister's new also Australian Shepherd though I must say that Daisy is hardly as debonair as my dear Henry. If you feel unquenshable jealousy anow, tis ok. You are only human and this is no dog for mere mortals.