Pretty much, we're finding out that puppy ownership is a breeze.
People told us it would be a lot like having a newborn and demand a lot of time and attention. However, we're learning this thing is a cinch. Of course, if we wanted him to stop chewing electrical cords, tearing up chairs, barking, biting and pooping in every corner of the house, we should probably invest a little more time and/or energy.
But seeing as how I head off to work each day, it's my wife who's home alone with this fuzzy parasite. Friends have said it can be a lot easier with a second puppy so they can play together and keep each other company. I'm guessing they would also hold each other accountable and would each remind the other to stop pooping in that corner by the TV. That's my assumption at least.
So you can understand why I was excited when I came across these furry friends--three of them--out on the back deck hiding inside the closed patio umbrella.
I'd seen a growing pile of small animal droppings accumulating on the patio table beneath the umbrella (come on over for a picnic) and figured it was time to investigate. I spent the next several minutes taking gobs of pictures. That was followed by another several minutes spent ducking as I was dive-bombed by these menacing winged demons.
I'm sure you can picture my wife enjoying having some bats in the house to keep Cheddar company during the long, lonely days. How lucky for us to have found them.