He’s here! Eleven weeks old and thirty-three pounds of fluff. (And muscle and baby teeth and mischief!)
He is a gentle giant. My granddaughter ran into the house laughing yesterday to meet the new addition. She ran right up to him and he began licking her face. He played with my daughter’s dog. He loves the kitten. He welcomed my students to the house. He is a friendly fellow.
I know I will be learning a lot in the next year about training; something I have never done. He’s a smart one. He outsmarted the baby gates with sheer force. He doesn’t sleep in the kennel; he wants to sleep on the floor by our bed. But he is a good boy. And I am excited to have him here.
Welcome Gandalf to Pumpkin Hollow Farm! (He set that pumpkin there!)