He is an eating machine.
He is now, for the most part, "house trained". I can't remember when he had his last accident, but I expect we haven't seen the last of those. He likes to try to empty out waste baskets in the house shredding paper towel and getting cotton balls stuck in his mouth. He still can't grasp the fact that our shoes are not chew toys. In the sense of understanding what is okay and what is not okay inside the house we have a ways to go. Yesterday he began to pull the turquoise pipping away from one of the grey club chairs. He stretches my patience ... .
He does love to go on walks and does a good job of behaving well on the leash. Without a leash he loses his ability to hear well. I really like that he looks up when airplanes pass overhead ... and birds. He is keenly aware of what is going on around him, which is great. He will sit and lay down on request when properly bribed to do so. He brings the ball back every time it is thrown. I had forgotten how much work goes in to getting an animal trained.
It'll be worth all the effort.