My son Sage–newly turned five–has been fairly dubious about the puppy acquisition. He was excited in theory, but when it came to the reality of Chaussette’s enthusiastic bouts of puppy nipping, he lost HIS enthusiasm; when we brought her home, he was much more interested in his new remote-controlled giant inflatable shark (thanks, Ellen and Rich!) than in the dog. Even so, he’s starting to play with her occasionally, and I still have hope that he’ll come to accept Chaussette as his companion and that boy and puppy will do some mutual energy-burning. In the meantime, I’m posting a picture of one of his moments of puppy-acceptance.
Sage and Chaussette