We bought Miles his first sweater last weekend. It's a little big right now, but it's only a matter of time before his stout little body fills it out perfectly. Steve wears a lot of argyle, and it was important for father-son to have similar style.
We're a Preppy People
Yes We Are
(to the tune of We're a Happy People for all you church-folk out there. Go ahead, clap on the off-beat.)
This whole dog-owner thing really weirds me out. If I'm this crazy about a dog, what kind of future parent might I be? Psycho, if my obsession with Miles in any clue. Seriously, I need to get grip. I was far too excited when I realized my outfit matched the puppy sweater. Totally unplanned, I swear.
We attended puppy training class 4 of 8 a couple Sundays ago and brought a guest along (Renae). We asked her if it was just us being bias or was Miles really, truly the best pup in the class? She undoubtedly agreed, which was a relief. If we're going to be all pompous about how smart our dog is, we need make sure that's really the case. The class instructor is silently impressed too, we can tell. She just can't show favoritism. He's not perfect by any means, there is still much to work on, but for only being 4 months old his progress is surprising to most.
I take no credit for Miles upbringing. Steve has been the one working really hard on tricks and commands, while I just want to cuddle and play with his wrinkles.
This kid will do anything for food. ANYTHING. But he nearly looses his mind when 'carrot' is mentioned. DUDE. LOVES. CARROTS. Typically, if 'treat' is mentioned, he will calmly sit and wait for his command in order to receive his treat. Say 'carrot' and it's a total spaz-fest.
How great is he as an accessory?
Dress: Target Brand, free from work
Cardigan: Old Navy
Belt: Giveaway win from Grosgrain
Shoes: Cole Haan via Marshall's