The Weekly Swede

This week Swede has slept, a lot. Half the time he will just crawl onto us and knock right out. He's a warm little snuggly dog. The other half of the time, I find him in the weirdest places/ sleeping positions.

Swede has also spent the week attempting to bite/attack anything that moves or looks slightly interesting to a little puppy dog. His new favorite toy is the bathroom trash can and all it's contents. We keep the door closed at all times now. He squeaked his squeaky toy so much, he broke the squeaker. He also learned how to play fetch. He returns with the ball about 90% of the time. This may be TMI, but after we spend the day at the beach with him, he poo poo's sand. I'm not even joking. Sand terds. This is a result of eating sand, and sticks, and leafs and my head and crabs (please view his cute little sandy nose below). Swede also has a new fascination with licking my feet?

He also has become a professional stalker. He follows me everywhere! Below are pictures I've snapped when I've turned around to find him just sitting there, staring at me. Sometime he appears out of no where. He's pretty elusive. And that is a look into the life of a hot-dog puppy named Swede.