Gideon is 11 weeks old now and growing like a fungus. Possibly faster even. He's also become my baby. He'll come running when I call him, skid to a stop, sit, gobble up his treat and then gallop away like a dizzy Clydesdale. It's possibly the most endearing thing ever and I adore him!
I'm too sexy for this llama
because clearly, unidentified objects must be eaten and since no one else volunteered....
WTF? Where did Rhona's face go?
Must find and lick Rhona's face or else!
Obviously, someone said something they shouldn't have......or farted.
You can't possibly think I've had enough to eat today. It's been like an hour since you gave me that tiny excuse of a meal and I'm starving here. Seriously!
Seriously!
And yes, his ears are braced up now and our vet has me bringing him in for check-ups once a week. He's doing much better and does not seem to care about his funny hat at all. In fact, he uses it as a weapon when playing with Strawberry. It's too freakin cute!
We begin puppy classes soon in obedience and bite-work. By the time he's 1. Gideon will be a fully trained family protection dog and I'm excited because I get to go through the training with him and it's going to be fun!