Layers

This would be the latest addition to my life. Also the latest edition. He's a golden retriever, 9-week puppy, and he's freakin' awesome. I like to think I'm really cool, yes I'm dense, so I thought I had the know-how to deal with the ups and downs of puppyhood. Wrong. Scout has totally proved me wrong. His wanker squeezes orange juice constantly, whether or not he was just outside or hasn't had water for a long time. I was housed, so they say. Anyway, we're working on a routine and he's getting better. Still no regrets. I'm disturbed by the peacefulness that comes with caring for this little tyke.