Hey, lady, whatcha doin? What’s that thing on your face? Can I help? Do you want to touch my duck? We could play tug! Touch the duck, lady, you know you want to!
He’s actually freakishly well-behaved and I am waiting with trepidation for the honeymoon period to be over. The only minor snag is his deep dislike of being separated from people, which means that when crated he has a tendency to become EMO PUPPY, complete with sad, sad noises. As I write this, he has stuffed himself under my desk and is thoughtfully licking my toes. So, y’know, things are actually going pretty well. Tink doesn’t even mind him too much.