He seems to come when I say "Alex" so he's got to know that's his name. He is a smart boy but likes to get into anything within his tiny reach.
Yesterday I really think he was trying to make me cry (or drink). I was on the go from the time I got home from work until I finally was able to make time for dinner around 10-ish.
Alex, the destroyer, loves tearing up Kleenex, ripping up mail, snacking on my books, tormenting the cats, chewing on iPod cords, empting the trash and biting my pillows. What an angel, right?
He had his first bath last night and I would include pictures but really ... who can wash a puppy AND take pictures. But I really think he thought I was trying to drown him.
Alex is on Dogster ... http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=395627
Here are some pictures of him.


(That's not a panther ... that's Petey. Alex = Tiny)

(Big baby ... crying like someone was beating him)


(Do you think his bed is too big?)

(Handsome little Monkey!)
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HaPpY BiRtHdAy MiKe!! Have a good one!!

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