Lacey was away last night, and I was left in charge of Hans. He took a long walk, had a short visit with Cousin Peanut, napped on the couch while I played video games. He's grown a lot this week- he's almost the same size as Peanut now. (Yes, Peanut is very small. But Hans was much smaller.) He slept in my bed, then sat outside the shower curtain, whining as I stood under the water. "Are you OK in there? I don't know what's going on, but it seems like it must be very unpleasant! You should get out of there!"
We had a good time. He did poop on the rug, but he's still learning, and he's awfully cute, so I forgave him.
I had to put him in his crate in order to go to work, and it was one of the saddest things I've had to do lately. I knew that Lacey would take him out of there very soon, but he didn't, and he was crying as I left the house. Poor puppy. Hasn't learned yet that we always do come back.