Photo by myself in Brooklyn.
The long-awaited day came Saturday. Rupert, our new Boston Terrier, came home with Mark and me. It was a day full of getting acquainted, buying a leash and attempts to pee.
I'm happy to report success on all counts!
Yeah, yeah, this is a blog about New York, not Boston, but I can't help myself.
Rupert is eleven weeks old and a New York dog. Mark and I picked him up Saturday from his home in the Long Island suburbs.
During an afternoon walk, perfect strangers ran across the street to greet us and see the puppy. So the whole thing about attracting attention with a wee, cute animal is completely true.
There has been some nervous sniffing between Rupert and our cat, Dida. So far, both sides have been politely curious.
I'll post photos of Rupert now and again as he grows up. It's just been one puppy nap after another.
Related posts: Our Four-Legged Friends, Keeping Your Dogs in a Row, What the World Needs Right Now and Dog Days of Summer.