Fritz has been with us six weeks now. He’s doing remarkably well for a young terrier, which means he’s both a joy and a challenge. We’re still teaching him such things as what he can chew and what he can’t chew, and not to bark at the cats to try to get them to play. 

We often call him “the weasel”, because he’s small and quick and sly. He loves to get into the cat food and the litter boxes (he’s a poop eater), and he can go just about anywhere the cats can go. Theoretically, we’re smarter than he is, but we still haven’t quite found a solution that lets the cats come and go freely but keeps Fritz away. We may have to install electronic cat doors that recognize the cats by chip or by a magnetic tag on the collar.

When he’s not getting into mischief he’s a charmer. He loves to climb into laps and curl up. 

Yesterday he somehow got himself tangled up in the sheets while I was out of the bedroom, and I was able to get this picture.