Day 54: Our new houseguest - The Puppy

The crotch nipping puppy has found out where we live. He no longer stalks the bushes waiting to attack with his curious needle teeth. He just sits on our steps and waits.


Matt got to meet him for the first time the other day. Mike forewarned him to pick up a stick, which The Puppy continued to chew all the way to our house. That night, he slept on our steps, guarding our door like a watchdog. He had a few scraps with some neighborhood dogs. The bigger one made him yelp for a minute straight which made me not want to see what he looked like when he got back. He got braver when the little yipper stepped approached him. He tried to scare the yipper off, but he forgot whose territory he was in.

Mike played with him a little bit before we went to bed. Which looked an awful lot like an attack as he snapped his jaws at Mike’s face (I think he didn’t like the beard either) and pawed his shoulders while Mike cowered and protected himself. After the playful abuse, we went to bed while he remained on our steps for who knows how long.


We didn’t see him the next day so I guessed he was grounded for staying the night without telling his parents. That was until this morning when he followed Matt, not equipped with a stick, and nibbled his toes all the way home. He attempted to come in the house to find his new chewtoy, Mike, but we didn’t allow that. He was welcome on the stairs, we even moved our shoes and umbrellas for him, but he could do some damage in the house.

After a couple of hours at the internet café, we came home to find him still waiting, laying on the steps. He hurried to greet us and got some love from Mike. I’m not particularly afraid of him anymore. Although he plays viciously, he’s still just playing. There’s more strength behind his large paws and prickly teeth than I like but there doesn’t seem to be any intent to do damage. I’m still a little concerned that he’ll get a little overexcited though.


Fortunately, he’s wearing a collar and even though it doesn’t have information, it does mean that he belongs to someone. Thank goodness. Especially since Mike admitted today that he’s pretty sure he loves puppies more than basketball. If he wasn’t already taken, there’s a good chance he’d end up being Marley’s much bigger little brother.