Sunday, January 17, 2010


Hi, everyone. Meet Bandit:

Floppy ears, black muzzle, tail like a rat's, tiny, skinny, adorable.

He's a he, about two months old, whines like he's conversing with bats, and is ours. (:

He's got the prettiest doe eyes, as you can see. It's kind of hard to yell at him, but we do it anyway because he is partial to chewing wires, particularly those of the laptop. Also, cleaning up pee for the second time in a few hours gives you the ability to see beyond any kind of cuteness.

He's so tiiiny, the Pug looks like a fat old man in comparison. The Pug, of course, isn't too chuffed about the intruder, especially since he wants to run around and nip and play when she's having her morning/afternoon/evening nap. We have to run around with him instead so that he doesn't slip through the grille or electrocute himself or something. (There's something to be said for owning a lazy dog.) Also, he has a crate of his own, but invites himself into Pugsy's crate to sleep, whether she's already in there or not.

The poor Pug's been admirably patient with him, I must say, although her face seems to be getting blacker by the day:

(Old photo.)

I'd forgotten what it was like having a hyperactive, un-housebroken puppy in the house: Not fun.

Oh, I had an epiphany: God makes (most) puppies cute so that their owners won't try to flush them down the toilet when they're driving them crazy.