|Here's our handsome Master Green, now officially nine weeks old. Yes, that's a dry-puppy-food-crumb goatee you see there; I interrupted his dinner last night to take this shot.|
|Like all nine-week-olds, Master Green is inquisitive, but he's developing more caution. Puppies move into a fear imprint phase between nine and twelve weeks of age, so it's a tender time for him right now.|
|He occasionally has his moments of appearing to be an old soul -- pensively watching the world go by.|
|Low-key and easy-going, he doesn't seem like a nine-week-old. I admittedly forget sometimes.|
|It didn't take him long to decide not to go any farther with his bucket exploration.|
|Oh, but there's a big world beyond the bucket just waiting to be enjoyed (and it's safe because Daddy Don is close by!).|
|Master Green on patrol.|
|And spotting Momma Joan with the camera.|
|There he is; the old soul again.|
|Perhaps his favorite discovery this week is a bit of cheese wedged inside a bone. Though our dogs don't ever get table food, we do occasionally use cheese as a treat or training incentive. It appears Master Green will be quite cheese motivated.|
|Sweet, silly, smart, adorable, snuggly little boy: he's going to make a fabulous addition to some forever home someday (hopefully sooner than later, or I'll be hopelessly attached!).|
A brief update: we've received a few inquiries about Master Green this week, a couple of which for various reasons would not have been the best match (but that we thankfully did not have to make decisions about -- the interested parties came to that realization themselves).
We do have a potential forever-family coming to look at him tomorrow, and we'll see how things unfold then. In the meantime, I'm treasuring our time with the little guy. No doubt about it (no matter how much I try to deny it): I'm really going to miss him.
Until next time,