Charlie joined my household on November 26 and the month since then has been remarkably uneventful. Our only difference of opinion about anything has been about when the day begins. I’ve long thought 8 or even 9 am was a comfortable time to roll out (after all, I’m retired); he’s more about 6 or 7 am. We’re working on a compromise, but he knows he won’t eat until sometime after I get up — and he’s very food-motivated. That said, I’ve had nothing else to complain about. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. He’s reliably house trained. Doesn’t chew on anything but food and tennis balls. Rarely barks, and then only outdoors. Keeps the bunnies out of the yard without being asked. Gets along with the cat.
A few recent photos, published by popular demand (of at least one person):