Baroo?

Take Portah Out to the Ballgame...

Aunt Jess took this picture:


And there's Uncle Jake!


It's very important to stay hydrated.


Tell me he doesn't love baseball.

Porter Gives Good Face

Playing with a new photo editor

More Fun with Lab

If you are water coming out of a hose,


...or a pine cone,


Portah will attack you unmercilessly.

Then he will act beautiful and aloof, as if the preceding ridiculousness had never occurred:

Really?!

Workin' on His Fitness

Post-run Porter. He's all "Le pant. Le pant."


Little does he know, there is a scary frog behind him.


BAROO?!

Barooooo...

Shiny, Happy Puppy

Porter thinks he hears Something Suspicious requiring a WOOF. This is his I'm About to Go Woof face.


This, meanwhile, is his I Would Really Like to Have Some of Whatever That Is face.


For Puppy Class homework, we are supposed to be practicing a verbal down (not lured -- meaning, no, you can't stick the treat in his nose and then lower your hand to the ground, like we have been doing). Nooo. We have to say DOWN, standing straight up, and just wait until he does it. We thought this was total crap at first. 1, 2 minutes would elapse with all of us standing there staring at each other. We were sure that Porter was calculating baseball stats in his head or something to keep himself amused, having forgotten all about that silly DOWN business, and then, miraculously, he'd sink to the ground, and then we would all have a party like he'd just pooped gold bullion. In just one day, his verbal DOWN is now so good that I worry about his elbows hitting the floor so hard.

Incidentally, in the past two days, my boss and my mother have both wondered if they'll be able to stand me when I have actual children. What? Our dog is smart. I can't help it.

A Strange but Pleasing Focus

Busy Over Here

Hey Mom! What's up? Wagga, wagga.


Oooooh. Yes, I see. Working. No puppy playtime. Very well. I see how it's gonna be.


[Porter disappears into the bedroom, reemerges dragging his bed. Strategically positions it over the air vent, in plain view of mommy at the computer. Something still doesn't seem quite right. Trots off again. Returns with bone.]

What? Can't you see that *I* am very busy? Ahem.

Dirty, Dirty Dog

The good news: we found an excellent new dog park.
The bad news: Porter still loves The Puppy Roll, where he flips on his back and plays like a ferocious flipped tortoise.


We brought a black lab to the park and left with a chocolate one. Observe: Sr. Nasty Schnoz.


Not surprisingly, Porter loves a bath, and he loves getting toweled dry even more.


This could be contrition for the state in which he left the bathroom... but I doubt it.

Someone's Installed a Buffet!

Porter contemplates his next move. Kibble? Maybe. Pounce zee ball? Perhaps...


I've heard that these things are good for dogs and their digestion or some such. Porter approves.


I just don't get tired of the baroo?

Recovering, Forgiving, Forgetting

Car ride with the windows down...


Checkin' out some daffodils...


Doin' a little rolling around...


All bettah.

New Clothes!

Porter's new collar is made out of a silk tie. (Mommy had some time on her hands today.) He wants you all to try not to be too jealous.


"And also," he is thinking, "it is monogrammed."


"This is probably going to get mommy in trouble..."

Swimming!

Porter, on his way to the swimmin' hole. (It only took mommy and daddy two hours of driving around aimlessly before they found it.)

Baroo? Big labs in a swimmin' hole?


Typical Porter, he charged right in. His stroke needed some work at first.


Ah, yes. Less splashy. Much better.


Now we just have to work on swimming with his mouth shut...

Red Tennis Balls Taste Better

Just a Beautiful Boy

A New Angle

Brent says he's a tad "over" Porter-on-the-rug pictures. Oh, fine.GAHHHH!

The Best Weekend of Porter's Life to Date

This just can't be comfortable. (And it's really a tad indecent.)Porter's friend Molly came to visit this weekend. She was excellent!
He's getting leggier by the day. See below.