Eight Months

This little guy is about to be eight months old and I feel like a proud parent. It is crazy how time flies. It seems like just yesterday he barely fit in my hands and now he is 15lbs. of crazy, silly dog!

Lewis just has the best personality, and now that it is warming up he loves to go over to my parents backyard, which is very puppy friendly, and play for hours. Word of advice: skip all the expensive and cute toys at the pet store and just buy tennis balls. He loves those things more then any toy he has.

I think it is safe to say that we are out of the potty training stage. We haven't had any accidents in the house for quite some time, and he is really starting to get all of the commands and routines we have been teaching him. The best is that he can high five. No joke. It is awesome!

He loves to steal our stinky socks. That is one thing he just cant help himself on. Last weekend, Geoff picked up a six pack of socks and left them in a chair and when Lewis found them... it was like Christmas! He tried to shove the whole package in his mouth and go run and hide.

Basically, when we come home to this sleepy guy at night we are thrilled he is our dog. Lewis really makes Geoff and I feel like a family, and I love my little family so much! I mean, how can you resist this puppy passed out on the floor!!?