Poor little guy's just losing his teeth left and right -- wrestling with his neighborhood girlfriend Sunday, playing catch in the front yard yesterday, chewing on acorns (I tried to stop him) this afternoon. His mouth needs a superstrength doggie breath mint and he needs a major boost in morale.
But on the bright side, he didn't attack the blanket when I made the bed this morning. Just sat there and watched like a perfectly well-behaved puppy. At least there's progress.