Hi.
I’m Reggie.
I’m 10 weeks old.
My nicknames include Reg, Reginald, Regito, Baby, Shyster, Ankle Biter, and No (I *think* “No” might be a nickname… the people say it all the time)
I think “Good Boy” means a treat is coming and I get super extra bitey and barky if said treat is not actually imminent.
I can open the baby gates now. For my next trick I will actually chew through them.
I can get up on the table dining room table. But I can’t get down without falling off.
My biggest accomplishment in 10 days with my new people is learning how to pour myself my own drink, aka a puddle on the floor that I lick up proudly while throwing the she-person some serious side-eye.
The people love me a lot. A super lot.
