It's a dog's life

My puppy turned 11 months old today, entering his last month of "puppyhood". I am told his puppy-ish behavior will continue well until his 2. *sigh*

This morning I walked in the kitchen to discover a present he brought me. A dead baby critter of some kind. Quite gross, I can't believe I finally worked up the courage to pick it up and throw it out. I think my disgust at having to touch it was trumped by my disgust knowing it was in my kitchen!

I managed to cook a yummy pizza today, from scratch. Photo above!