For that matter, he created an equally enthusiastic welcome for me today. We went to buy him a crate upgrade. His original, tiny-puppy crate doesn't fit him anymore. He's getting to be a big boy, and he isn't even 5 months old. At 8 lbs, he's about the size of a miniature Schnautzer (although I don't know about the weight of a mini Schnautzer).
How do I know? Well, we went to the dog park last week. Percy is kinda lonely here with us humans. We thought it would be good for him to meet other canines. And he had a good time playing with dogs his own size and temperament.
So there was a miniature Schnautzer (you can't miss them, there's no other dog that looks like a grumpy gramps out there), and Percy is almost as big as the grown-up Schnautzer. Wow. How big is he going to get? It's really a lottery with mixed breeds, isn't it?
Well, anyway. My oldest daughter and I went to get Percy his new digs. On the way back, I stopped at the grocery store for a few missing items, and Sir Percival got rea
lly worried about my absence. On the flip side, he gave me a very warm (and kissy) welcome back greeting. I mean, really. I was only gone a few minutes. I guess not only he can't tell time, but he can't really sense time, either?Or maybe time just doesn't matter, but absence does.
Wow. That's deep.
And right now? He's quite worn out by all this emotional stuff.
