Remember how I said that Katy Perry named “Roar” after me? Well, it turns out Kelly Clarkson wrote “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” for me. It’s my new anthem.
It’s me, Truffle, your favorite super labradoodle. I’m sorry it’s been two long weeks since I last hijacked this blog, but I’ve been extremely busy growing. Just think, I’m 14 weeks old now, which is essentially the equivalent of two years in human time (for those of you who struggle with math, that’s 14 weeks x 7, or 98 weeks). That makes me a toddler. Need I say more?
I’m sure all of you have missed me very much since my last communiqué, wondering whether I’m still with the crazy human family. Well, here I am, healthy and happy and just over 12 weeks old. In fact, I will heretofore be known as Super Truffle. I am a canine superhero in my own mind. Kind of like Underdog (remember him?), but even better.
Two weeks and counting. I am almost 11 weeks old. That’s right. Full-blown puppy toddler. And I’m having fun most of the time. And continuing to drive my new family crazy a lot of the time. But I think they love me at least some of the time. Progress all around.
It’s official. I have survived my first week with my new crazy family. And let me tell you, the jury was still out as to the extent of the craziness when I last hijacked this blog, but it isn’t anymore. The verdict is unanimous. They are certifiable.
It’s like being a first-time mom all over again. Yes, we’re dealing with a different species, but I’m exhibiting the same obsessive attention to behavior, bowel movements, eating patterns…I am decidedly too old for this. But Truffle is just so adorable, it’s hard to resist him.
I’m so humbled. The response I received to my first blog post was a huge inspiration. Thanks to all of you for tuning in. My new human mom has agreed to make me a contributor to her blog, so you’ll continue to hear about my escapades from time to time – and here’s the latest.
New scents! New sounds! It’s overwhelming. I guess I’m not in Kansas anymore (actually, I was never in Kansas. Does Toto still live there?) I was so excited this morning when my new human family came to pick me up in Pennsylvania. I didn’t know what to expect. Many of my brothers and sisters had already left for their new homes. I stood by the door, eagerly waiting and waiting and waiting. Which is not an easy thing for an eight-week old puppy to do.
In four short days, we return to central Pennsylvania to retrieve our puppy and bring him home. We finally settled on his name the other night, which will be revealed when he crosses the threshold of our house on his own four paws. It is a name that everyone liked and one that my husband, ironically enough, suggested. Ironic because he is not particularly keen on bringing a four-legged animal into the family. But with the baptism, he’s now bound to the dog in a way that Chloe, Sophie and I will never be.