The Little Guy Can Bark. Whoa.

Lots to talk about concerning little Gary:Well, the little guy can bark. Didn't know he had it in him, to that level. Wow. Fills up the house real big and loud. It's hard to reprimand, or coax him the right way, as honestly, I don't know what the hell to do. Any visitor is a challenge, and well, I have so many people in and out of the place, I fear that could be a a frisky situation.He's a lover, and needs cuddling. He came from a big, beautiful family with eight kids running around. So, he's been loved real good so far. He's most at home on my chest, against my side, or on my shoulders.This morning, we both woke up and ran outside, and wow, the little man peed instantly. Hi-fives were shared and some festive praises of "Good Boy!" were happily announced.He sleeps a lot, and today, he made his way into his crate on his own and laid down. I wanted to shake his paw and thank him, but just let him curl up and crash out.He gives me the "one eye treatment" all the time. I'll look down to see if he's doing okay, and he'll open one eye just to let me know he's ready to jump up to play or kick some butt. Or, sniff some butt.- - - -This whole thing, as cool as it is, has got me to thinking real hard about the commitment little Gary will command, and deserve. I have to be honest and tell all of you that I have a serious set of "cold feet." Not that I'll hop a bus for Vegas or anything, but just fear that this might not be the right time for this kind of change in my little life.We're gonna give it a little time, to feel it all out, see how he takes to the place, and to me.- - - -Oh yeah, today is 05-05-05, all day. How about that shit? Just like the numbers.