Well, I've created a monster...okay you may ask how something that weighs 6 or so pounds is a monster....
Let me update you on our furry friend-
1. He's spoiled!!
2. He knows how to play me like a fiddle, but I AM TRYING NOT TO GIVE IN TO THE CUTENESS OF HIS FACE!
3. He knows that he CANNOT play his father (aka Adrian) like a fiddle!
4. He refuses to eat his food unless there are veggies a'top, and once he eats those off he cries and whines for more...
5. Speaking of crying- I used to think it was cute that Carter would "talk" to me, again--he knows how to play me, and lets just say that I am trying to spend less time responding /giving in to his "talking!"
Currently, the poor deprived pup, is crying for more veggies and taking out every Kong in the place in hopes for a little treat to fall out...
By the way-- I love this dog like I birthed him myself...I didnt want anyone to think that I was a wire monkey!