A year of Wolfgang

Precisely a year ago, I posted this:

Looks like Clan Borepatch is getting a new recruit.

Bringing a puppy into the house reminds you of just how much a puppy metabolism can eat:

#2 Son insists that Wolfgang is bigger than he was a week ago.  #1 Son insists that if you watch him very closely, you can actually see him grow.

But it's your responsibility to train them properly.  In as Intellectual a place as Camp Borepatch, that includes the classics, natch.  Alas, poor Yorick:

I eated him, Horatio.





Wolfgang and I attend Hamlet.

But it's all fun and games until someone's pond dies:

O Puppy! my Puppy! your muddy soaking paws;
Tell your tale -- you battled long and vanquished with your jaws;
For you cascades and gentle streams had no fascination;
Building feats with water flowing just by gravitation;
Here Puppy! dear Puppy!
This hole beneath my feet;
It is some dream that now the yard,
Is sudden uncomplete.

But I have a buddy to "help" me spread mulch on the rose garden:

And those pig's ears won't eat themselves.  Fortunately, I have someone to help me out with them.  Mmmmm, pig ear!