...that it has been months since I had to push the dish towels FAAAAR back on the counters so he couldn't reach them and carry them away to rip apart.
...that he hasn't grabbed and carried off a shoe in forever.
...that he spent every night last week out of the crate with no damage.
...that when I tell him "no", he sometimes actually listens.
...that cups and wrappers can usually sit on the coffee table unmolested.
He still pulls like crazy on leash.
And mouthes hands (and sometimes noses, ears, or chins) when he gets excited.
And plays too rough with his sister and steals her toys.
And no tissue is safe from him.
But maybe...
just maybe...
our crazy puppy is starting to grow up.
Just a little.
.
.
.
Or maybe I just jinxed us and he is saving it AAAAALLLL up for one big blowout as soon as our guard is down. It is Dozer, after all.
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