His name is Primo


We brought him home today. He was manic for an hour and I thought we'd made a huge mistake, but he calmed down and he's sleeping in his crate in the bedroom right now. I'm downstairs typing this because I don't want to wake anyone. He's adorable. He's afraid of his own reflection in the oven door; he walked into the sliding glass door and the glass around the gas fireplace, but to his credit he only did both of those moves once each. When I go upstairs to pee, he runs downstairs to the front door. He responds to "anh-anh" when he eyes the couch, he's starting to associate treats with good deeds, and I have no idea what…

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