Porter is just fine, despite the lack of pictures. We've had a very fun and busy week. He went to his first softball practice on Wednesday, and was an AWESOME boy, being content to hang out in the dugout with very minimal fuss and tons of happy lab looks and wags. Everyone loved him, and I think he earned a spot as Team Mascot.
I was browsing old photos (having no new ones to report) and found this one:
I really can't believe he was ever that tiny.
Porter met his pool this week. It's one of those blue plastic kiddie pools, and I really wish I can describe to you how much he loves it. I think he would stick his entire head under water if it was deep enough. He loves to splash around and bring his toys in to the pool, hold them under with his paws, and go after them. (He invented that game all by himself. He was playing in the pool when he suddenly jumped out and ran up onto the porch. He came trotting back with his tennis ball and promptly plunked it in the pool and jumped in after it, pouncing it repeatedly and trying to hold it under. Then, he dropped the ball outside of the pool so that it rolled away on the carport, watched for a minute, then charged after it and repeated the entire process.)
But now that he has his own pool, he looks like this a lot.
