Well, upon getting my new little guy on May the 2nd, I have been chasing him threw the house, cleaning up pee and poo, along with being a chew toy. Yes, momma is getting chewed on and I now have little bite wounds all over my arms. I do so love the little guy and can't wait for him to get out of this stage, but I guess it comes along with the joys of growing into what you expect him to become for you later on in life. That is a wonderful companion who will protect and stay by your side whenever you need him. That is what my Barney was for me before he passed away. He was a support for me and a pleasure to be around.
So now, when I walk, the little guy grabs my pant legs and starts trying to play tug-of-war with them. The only problem with that is when he grabs, he also takes part of my leg with them. So I decided I needed to keep a small toy with me when I get up to walk, so I could pass it off to him when he goes to grab my pants, and so far it is working. That is a plus!