Hi everyone,My mom wants to say something, so I'm turning this post over to her. Because she's the boss.**********************
This is Mowgli's mom.
I have had dogs my whole life, but I grew up in the suburbs, so it was kind of a different experience being a dog owner. (Plus, my own mom was the primary caretaker, which makes a big difference.) But I have lived in New York for over five years now, and I have to say, as well as I thought I knew the city, seeing it through the puppy gives me an entirely new level of understanding. Having Mowgs makes me even more irritated with people who throw cigarette butts and candy wrappers on the ground, or who spit on the sidewalk, because he is going to find all of those things, and lick them or chew them or do whatever he can get away with before I catch him. But realistically, I know I can't do anything about that. It is a big, dirty city, and I love it just the way it is.
The thing that bothers me is this:
If I am walking my dog, do not try to whistle to him, or make little clicking noises to call him to you. Besides the fact that he is deaf, and has no idea you're trying to say hello, it is VERY VERY RUDE to call to someone's dog while she is trying to take him for a walk. It is hard enough to get the pup to walk where I want him to with all the aforementioned dirty, yummy distractions on every inch of the sidewalk. I do not need idiots who think that my dog is common property making my job harder.
In the same vein, if I am crossing the street with him, at a light, please DO NOT BEND DOWN AND PET HIM. This actually happened to me crossing Park Ave. at 86th Street. We missed the light and got stuck on the median divider. And the couple who slowed us down were not remotely apologetic. This is BAD MANNERS.
Now, I recognize that my puppy is irresistible. He is, after all, the Cutest Puppy on the Upper East Side. (We were considering making that the name of the blog...but he voted for modesty.) Even so, if you want to say hello, ASK ME. As long as I'm not in a hurry, I am more than happy to let everyone in the world bask in the adorableness of the little man. I want to spread the love, and bring joy into everyone's lives. But not when I'm trying to get my dog to pee or to cross the goddamn street.
There, I have vented my frustrations, and I feel much better. Thank you.
Now back to your original programming of unending cuteness.
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Wow, that was a little crazy. Don't pay too much attention--mom's been having a rough week.
I think to bring the tone back down, I'm going to end this post with a picture of me napping on my aunt Adrienne's lap, in the car. Steering wheels make surprisingly comfy pillows.
and this was me at 22 weeks (just over a week ago):
I've lost most of the wrinkle on top of my nose, and my ears stand up by themselves now, even when I'm sleeping. And my jowls are a little droopier, maybe. Mom thinks I look more like a little boy now than like a baby, which is just fine, if you ask me. 
