Apparently my stress reliever these days is to post pictures of my puppy. I really have to start getting pictures of him when he's not on the couch or in his bed, but he's just so bouncy and active when he's up, it's really hard to get a pic that isn't a blur. I have such a happy, energetic boy!
This is his very favorite position (apparently he aspires to be a slut!)—he loves to lie on his back, splay his legs as wide as he can, and take up as much room as possible (preferably with a few of his toys around him), and he particularly loves it when I take the opportunity to rub his adorable little belly:
He likes to sleep with his head under things (he was very nervous about anything touching his head when I first adopted him, and he's still reticent when anyone he's not very familiar with tries it, so I think it's a safety thing, poor baby). Sometimes he'll just nudge up against me on the couch so his head is pressed against my thigh or push his face into the couch, but sometimes he builds towers out of the couch cushions and then burrows underneath them:
And a pic demonstrating just how ridiculously long he is (he seriously looks like a puppy who got somehow stretched out):
We've been spending the weekends exploring off-leash parks in LA—we went to the wonderful Laurel Canyon dog park this week for several hours, and Buster's little head exploded—so many other puppies! So much space to run around! So many interesting things to explore! I don't think his tail stopped wagging furiously the whole time we were there, and he fell asleep in the car on the way home and then slept for the next five hours.
I've been working on his separation anxiety, as well—he's still in doggie daycare during the day, but I've been gradually lenthening the amount of time I leave him home alone (well, alone with my cats) on evenings and weekends, and he's slowly coming around to the idea that I'm always coming back. It's actually ridiculously cute—he thinks he's too big to be a lap dog, though he loves curling up next to me on the couch, but whenever I get back from leaving him alone he comes up and rests his head in my lap for a few minutes until he's reassured himself. My heart, it melts. Though it is also filled with WHITE-HOT RAGE for whoever abandoned him and convinced him that the world is a scary place. He's the sweetest, friendliest, most loving dog in the world, and while I'm very glad he's mine, I just can't fathom how someone else could have dumped him on the street. People suck.