Harley is now 5 months old… such a big boy in so many ways and yet ohhhhhhhh such a puppy! Since he came into my life he’s spent his nights leashed close to his sleeping rugs.
There’s something about this face that does NOT inspire confidence in letting him roam free quite yet.
So last night I got gutsy, fully expecting to wake up this morning with boots chewed and an immediate need for new slipcovers.
I was wrong! I woke up this morning to the sight of the little man sleeping at the end of the bed on his rug and the contents of the house intact.