Wednesday, January 23, 2008

First Trials


Tuckered out.
Today was a big day for little Guinness. He experienced many things for the first time. He was left alone in the truck with a couple chew toys and a quick little prayer. This was a big test as he'll be left in the vehicle from time to time when his poppa enters a none dog-friendly facility. Upon returning 20 minutes later I found him sleeping in the drivers seat without any damage in site. Success!

Guinness also received a tour of our local Dunn Lumber building. My goal was to see how well he'd do in such a center of activity. He started off great! He walked along side and sat while I was fumbling through some sticks of fir for a current project. Things degraded quickly once an employee or two caught sight of the little fellow. His puppy instincts took over. No listening. Running from person to person screaming, "pet me!" Well, what could one expect? With twenty people telling him how cute he was and reaching out to grab a feel of his fluffy, luxurious fur, I had to take him into my arms while he absorbed the adorations. Partial success.

Clearly more comfortable with his surroundings today, he has become a bit of a terror in the shop. It turns out it's hard to operate a router with a puppy constantly pulling on the cord from below. At the same time, today was entertaining.

Later at home, momma and poppa decided to go out for a quiet dinner at Pasta Bella, one of our local favorite eats, and leave the pup at home. Needless to say we came home to a bit of a mess. But this was expected. Overall, Guinness is doing great for just being over two months old. We're proud parents.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

First Day at Work


Lounging on his shop pad.
Well, today Guinness spent his first day in the shop with his poppa. He did very well. No cords chewed and loud noises don't seem to bother him a bit. He trounced every spare block of wood in the place. No scrap was left without a puppy mark or two.

Speaking of marking, Guinness has decided the scrap pile under the table saw is a marvelous place to poop. The scrap pile is right in the center of activity and yet typically out of view... until you reach under to extract a scrap or two. Now the wood comes with a bonus if you happen to pull the right one. We'll soon cure him of this little ailment.

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