See Boone grow.

Boone Wilson

weighing in at 40 pounds

at 4 months of age.

Boone has been such a fun adventure. (Meet Boone here.) He is full of exorbitant amounts of energy that he uses for all kinds of shenanigans. Like eating my Sperry's,

and my Garmin watch,

and my phone case, 

and my hats, 

and my lunch box, 

and on occasion his own toys. 

I can't wait until he can run with me. He needs an outlet for his energy. Obviously.

We tried crating him.  Crates are suppose to be effective because they will not poop where they sleep. His own feces would not detour him.

This happened every.single.time. 

So, we tried a gate to keep him restricted to the kitchen. 

Which, obviously did not contain him. 

So, we bought two gates.

And sometimes that didn't contain him. 

He has now graduated to restriction to the kitchen and living room. HE IS POTTY TRAINED! Hallelujah.  Michael was mopping an ocean size puddle in front of the kitchen sink at lunch time and I mopped every day when I got home. It was a glamorous life. But he is a big boy now. :)

Boone rings a bell when he needs to go outside. I use the word need loosely, Boone LOVES being outside, he rings it a lot! It has been super helpful, and only slightly infuriating.

We try to work with him at least 10 minutes once or twice a day on specific commands. (Lately, it has been more like once or twice a week...awful parents. Hopefully kids will only need training once or twice a week.)

 He knows sit, stay, shake, and come. Lay down is still a foreign concept.

Boone and Layla are always questionable. He runs her over a lot. Bites her ears a lot. Layla yelps a lot.  This was a turning point!

This may have been staged.

Sometimes they cuddle, and I stop breathing in hopes of not disturbing this rare occasion.

I'm still holding out hope that one day they will be best friends.

There was about a week while Layla was in heat that she LOVED him. He would bite her and she would whisper yelp and not run. It was weird and gross. 

"Layla, stop humping your brother!" 

Thankfully, that is over. We are back to Layla yelping when he is near.

His best friend is Rory, Dana and Eric's lab. The only other dog that will really play with him. When we went over a few weeks, they SERIOUSLY played. We got home and Boone slept through the whole night.

Boone loved the dog park.

When we went home, Boone loved to sleep at Grandma's feet. 

This was the morning she passed. 

Boone was a big fan of Christmas. 

Not such a big fan of baths.

Boone's first experience with a rawhide bone lasted 4 hours. Four GLORIOUS hours.

Boone loves his bed. He gets lonely in the middle of the night, he used to cry and paw at our bed. Now he just sneaks on up and into bed with us.  He is a really good cuddler, which is a really, really bad thing for our future.

See Boone grow:

This dog is an ornery mess, and he is all ours. :)