Hop on, pup.
Pup has been a determined mover from birth. Crazy neck control early on because he was so curious about every noise and sight. Rolling front to back at six weeks. Rolling both ways not long after. And for the past few weeks, he’s been on the move on all fours. Not the most coordinated crawler yet, but he’ll hop around and use his legs to launch himself like a rocket toward whatever he wants. Lots of head bumps, lots of pivoting and grabbing and munching.
Like munching on wires last Sunday morning.
He’s less cautious and more of a daredevil than Cub.
Meaning, I think he’s going to give me a run for my money. And possibly many emergency room trips.