The title of this post says it all.
Above: Tucker at 11 weeks, about 10 days ago! Who knows how much he has grown since then! Photo ©2009 Roseanne Carbone.
I am not stalking this dog! I could easily make excuses to drive by his home (very much out of the way of my usual transit) and call Roseanne daily to check in on his progress but I manage to control myself (I get to see him later today!) I am amazed at how quickly he has turned from Tucker as a puppy into Tucker as a small (and handsome) dog.
Despite a couple of bitterly cold (unseasonably so) weeks Roseanne reports that the training is going well. It's funny, when Dottie was a puppy we had an unseasonably cold fall and I remember being out at 2 a.m. for potty breaks—tired, punchy, saying the magic word so she would learn also to pee on command (an invaluable skill taught to me by experienced dog owners, when I got Emma, which made traveling with the dogs simple). At some point under the dark cloudless sky, when everything around you is silent (even when you live in a college kid neighborhood) you find enjoyment in the moment as well. It doesn't matter that your nose is cold beyond brittle and your sockless feet feel like blocks of ice in your unlaced boots—puppyhood is over so quickly that you just have to gulp it down. Just be sure to put your hat and gloves on!