A few weeks ago, a furry little ball of love came into our lives. He has 4 legs, off-white fur, liquid brown eyes and an AKC pedigree. So, of course, he had to be named Hedwig. What? You don't see the connection between our male Maltese puppy and a female snowy owl?
Rylee is currently unconvinced that Hedwig will grow up to look anything like the pictures he has seen of adult Maltese. According to him the photographed Maltese must all be girls (fancy little barrettes holding up the dog's topknots). Ryan had to be convinced the dog could walk on its own. I'm just grateful he either sleeps through the night or gets up only once to potty. Regardless, he is dreadfully spoiled. Pet stores are as bad as baby stores. Too much stuff you want them to need. Thank goodness for the clearance aisles and coupons!
I'm also beginning to appreciate all the time my Mother spent caring for my hair as a little girl. At least I didn't use sharp little teeth to express my displeasure when she hit a snarl. The same can't be said for our darling little Hedwig. As soon as Uncle Veterinarian gives the next round of shots, somebody with 4 legs and a tail is going to the groomers for some quality time with a de-matting brush.
On the advice of Uncle Veterinarian, we are crate training Hedwig. It has been extremely beneficial to us and the dog! So far, he has been using an appropriate sized travel crate. However, sometime this week his Taj MahCrate will arrive from our beloved amazon.com and be assembled forthwith in one corner of the living room. So far, this mutt's life is golden...
