Puppies are trouble. Only a year and a half ago we bought a new dog. He was 3 months old, fluffy, and nowhere near shy. His golden fur and big brown eyes melted our hearts. So we bought him. Right when we got home, he fell asleep. Those first weeks were almost a dream. He never stole, never ran away.
But he got brave.
He took food of the counter, tore apart anything on the floor, ran away and tortured the cat.
But he is loyal. No matter what he always comes back. He, Zeke the trouble-maker, will be my friend forever.
