Ritter has a new name, one that I approve of greatly: Hermes! I will have to get used to this, of course. It will be strange not calling him Ritter next time I get to hang out with him.So here I am posting some pictures of the little guy.
These two outside are at the dog park area at Intermural (?) Fields. I got Sam to take the picture while I kept the pup-dog at bay with a fancy Milkbone.
I discovered quite by accident that if you let Ritter aka Hermes have a stuffed toy (and yes, he actually does know the difference between something that is his and something that is yours), he will gladly rip it to shreds. After he has checked, of course, that it is okay with you that he keep it.
These pictures are of Mr. Hermes playing and whomping his new toy.
I love this shot of him! He looks so damn happy! Like he's in doggy heaven. :)
One of our first nights with Ritter (I noticed he was a dancer):
And then there was this video I took where he was just an excited pooch with his rippity-bunny toy (don't worry folks, I took the stuffing out of the body. I know how to deal with fluff):
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