How could I ever get mad at this face?
I was never a dog person. I only had cats growing up.
But this little guy has won over my heart and can do no wrong.
He poops on the floor and I blame myself for not letting him out soon enough.
He tries to tear down curtains and I worry more about his little baby teeth than my curtains.
I feel so guilty putting him in his crate before I leave for work and have to run out of the house so I don't have to hear him whine.
I even asked my boss if I could leave work an hour early because I'm afraid he'll be lonely his first week home alone.
If I'm a total pushover for this puppy, what's going to happen with the baby?!