Welcome to the family, little puppy.
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Like I mentioned in the last post, The Boy and I bit the bullet and got a puppy 2 months ago. We had been talking about it for ages and one night we sat down for a coffee with a friend and one hour later we had the number of a lady who had a new litter of Beagle puppies and a few weeks later we had our adorable little ball of fur :) We named him Captain after Captain James Tiberius Kirk (we are trekkies all the way) and Captain America (cause I was still in an Avengers fangirl craze).
He is a Beagle through and through. He play bites and he chews all the furniture and I was without internet for a few days cause he ate the cable, he eats anything and he will eat us out of house and home if we let him but we love him so much so we forgive him for being a batshit crazy little fucker.
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Day one of Captain being a member of the family.
He was still shy back then, no chewing of shoes and no stealing of food.
He fit in the palm of your hand. So of course we forgive him for all the crazy things he does.
His bed used to be a shoe box. Today, his bed is any surface he deems to be his because he has the attitude of a dictator and I think, in his mind, he believes we're all here to make his life easier.
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Fast forward a couple of months and 6 kilograms later and the ears are still floppy, the teeth are sharpe and the nickname "The Vacuum Cleaner" fits better and better with every passing day.
Don't be fooled by that face, deep down he thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Wearing: Zara swetare, jeans and boots, Bershka leather jacket.
I love this little bastard :)
And we forgive him for everything because he makes us laugh. Even when he sleeps.
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Song of the Day: Imagine Dragons - Radioactive
