The One with a Dog Named Joey

We have a dog. I guess technically he is still a puppy. He's 8.5 months old. His name is Joey. And he is a handful. But I've decided he's second-in-line to our most high maintenance pet - that crown belongs to our conure, King Jadis. But back to Joey. This is what he's been up to lately:

Shedding

That ain't snow. That's Joey's fur. He's "blowing" his winter coat. It makes quite the mess.



Shredding
Joey's #1 mission in life: to tear open anything and everything and reduce it to piles of rubbish. Even his beloved bed.


The hole he tore into his bed is so large now that he's able to get inside and roll around like a hamster in one of those plastic balls. Lookie lookie:


Observing
Sometimes when we open up the window that overlooks the very busy street, he likes to stand up on his hind legs and look outside. Like a human.


Sleeping
After a long and fun-filled day at doggie day care, he comes home and crashes for a couple of hours. No amount of treats or coaxing can wake him up from these sweet snooze sessions!



Snuggling
Joey is not much of a snuggler, but when I encroach on "his" space, he'll cuddle right up to me.



Playing
Joey looooooooves going to doggie day care. As soon as he realizes where he his he tugs on his leash so hard I'm afraid he'll break right off!

I wish I had pictures of Joey playing amongst the other dogs, but more often than not when we go pick him up he's been banished to the "rough-and-tumble" doggie room. Our dog has quite the reputation for causing mischief and mayhem. Sigh.

Even though his bark drives me bonkers, we still love him to pieces.


Must end with a picture of the Queen of the Castle - our li'l (and when I say "li'l" I mean "ginormous") Rachel: