3 Months

Clover headed to the vet yesterday on his 12 week birthday.  He weighed in at 2.6 pounds.  Andi was recently overheard saying, "I love you forever.  And I like you, too."  Clover didn't mind his shot at all; the girls became more upset than he did.  The vet found him to be a calm, good little dog, but reminded us to stay on top of things by doing obedience training because, "These little guys have big personalities."

As if the nights aren't full enough since the girls got recruited to pre-team at gymnastics with classes twice a week and dance class one of the other nights, Clover starts his puppy class in a few weeks on Tuesday nights.  We had to wait a little longer to start class because I was going to be damned if I took him on Zumba class nights. 

He is a mellow little guy who is getting the hang of going for walks on his leash, is still working on potty training, and who doesn't get the big deal about potty training.  He runs up the stairs, but doesn't like to go down them. 

In the midst of raising the new puppy, we headed to the girls art show at school...

I better get the pictures posted and get on with the day.  It's 7:20 AM and per protocol, I have overscheduled myself with things to get done before heading back to work...but this is far better than the endless, boring, somebody kill me days of stay at home motherhood.