I always thought it was a bit naff to document the life of a pet; it's sort of like having an amazing dream and then telling someone, but realising they're only pretending to listen - because they weren't there and just can't 'get it'.
BUT - my 14-week-old puppy did have his first-ever walk this week, and I felt the need to post about it.
Like a true mum, I celebrated the occasion with a few happy snaps - well maybe more than a few. B reckons I missed the whole thing because I kept angling for the 'perfect shot'.
I do that sometimes.
Oh, that and my panic attacks about wild cars flying around corners and crunching Otto to bits - I begged "can't we just carry him?" and B pointed out "that's not quite a walk though is it". Oh yehr.
So as we embarked, little Otto had a massive freak out, planted his four feet firmly on the ground and refused to move. So we had to drag him. Literally. Along the pavement. As B said, "Otto's first walk was a real drag". (Insert drum crash).
He got the hang of it though and perked up when people began to filter past - he loves humans and was far more interested in hanging out with them than other dogs. He's chic like that.
When we reached the local dog park and a symphony of barks began to emerge (some of which, were rather gruff and deep) he stopped and looked at me with pleading eyes not to take him in there. I think I glimpsed parenthood for a minute.
Then an elderly Chinese man pushing a rickety old cart walked past, and Otto turned and bolted. I understand. Old Chinese men can be unpredictable.
Here's some of my twelve million snaps:
Getting the hang of it!