Argus at 11 weeks, height, weight, bigger… 11 weeks today, 3 weeks home… not his best day. Or maybe it is, depends how you are measuring them. Pissed at the door on the way out to piss because I could not find a right sandal. See we have to hide all the shoes because he will eat them. I could not find any right sandals, so I had to wear 2 lefts sandals. Pissed while I was stupidly wearing the wrong footwear. Ate Josie’s food, but that is not new, that is a daily thing. Dug a huge hole, I think, to be honest I missed it, I tried to live my life for a moment or two and came back and there is a crater where there once was a mulch garden. Neither dog showed signs of being the guilty party, I even checked paws looking for evidence. I filled the hole, still wearing two left sandals and let it slide as a mumbled profanities and words that might had rhymed with “cupid steeple bet shoe bogs”. All seems calm, I went in to talk to Dan… went back out the hole was back, like a sequel, bigger and better than before. And this time he was proud enough to make sure I knew it was him. Covered in dirt, smiling ear to f’n ear, while the big dog stared at me with a tone that screamed “want to check my paws again left feet?” What else, oh yeah, he gave the big dog a black eye, well not a black eye like humans get but a scratch next to her eye that is swelled up and pink, she looks like she was punched, I am sure dog DSS will be here soon to interview her. No one is going to believe my word over that of cute little Argus… so I got that to look forward to. Broke the stone wall, have no idea how he did that, but he did, I need to fix that. Apparently 11 weeks in dog years is equivalent to a teenager on crack. Good thing he is cute.