Have puppy. Will swoon.

Finally. The day has come. Joel and I are now the proud new owners of quite possibly the cutest puppy in the world. Meet Hoss.



Hoss is the puppy on the left, seen here with his sister Mary. He is a Rottweiler/Wheaton Terrier mix. In this picture he was about 7 weeks old. He is now almost 9 weeks old and he looks more like this--



I retract my earlier statement. He is most definitely the cutest thing in the world. He doesn't whine or cry. He likes to take naps on my chest and lick my face. He hasn't gone to the bathroom in the house in like, 3 days. He only has one little problem.



Hoss is an infernal mouthing machine. He nibbles. All the time. Not on furniture or little toys or rugs, or any of that stuff. He nibbles on me. Not on "us." Not on Joel. Just me. And by "nibbles," I mean he likes to rip, tear, and tug strips of skin off my legs and feet. The stupid puppy has a toe fetish. Not a "licking" fetish; more like a "finding entire toenails complete with polish in my poop" fetish.

I guess I'll have to keep spraying my legs and toes with horrible-tasting bitter apple stuff so that he tires of the terrible tasting feet.



He's totally worth it.