We chose Archie on Saturday morning at the home of his breeder. We were the first there to choose from the boys (five of them) and Archie it was. Or Purple as he was known until then. The largest pup was a bit to sleepy for my comfort. Archie, the second largest was just the right kind of active. The craziest one was a pup with spotted ribbon. He was the runt of the litter and clearly the clown as well.
Meanwhile Archie has moved right into the house and our hearts. He is not quite 8 weeks old and a lovely fellow. He seems fairly mellow but has his crazy moments too, just like a healthy puppy should. Missy adores him to pieces and he loves her right back. Bear and Archie have their moments. Bear is still wary of puppy bites and doesn't understand why Archie doesn't obey his every command/demand. IT man tries to be manly but is clearly head over heals with this little scrap of fur and I... I need sleep. But he is cute.
|Archie conquering a piece of wood.|