nom nom nom

Happiness, it turns out, is an "ex-pen." We call it "PlayPen!!!" for Porter, as opposed to puppy jail, as it seems *someone* thinks I'll reflect the words in my tone and make it less Playtime and more Cell-D Lockup. So PLAYPEN it is, when someone isn't deciding to just hang out in his kennel with the door open. (Proof that they really do love their dens! Also that it's cold in the house!)

So Porter is choosing den life to playpen life, and loving his softee toy more than anything. Methinks I need to make a second one with a squeaker in it. Earlier today he finally opened the seam on the adorable toy that GDA sent him home with. That's not too shabby- almost a month! But the softee I made him has stood up to some pretty hard-core nom-ing and many many games of "pull Porter around the floor (sometimes as DemonDoggie)."

Ok, out of the kennel and into the playpen, after a diversion outside. How did Porter know the exact minute it began raining? He is, I swear, psychic.

We had a Wet Dawg yesterday: