Snow! Or at least, after-snow fun

After the slushy mess cleared up, we were left with a few piles of snow, especially in the parking lot across the road. Apollo discovered just how much fun could be had by racing up and down one pile in particular.

Posing briefly

Contemplating the descent…

…a quick glance back…

…and off we go!

Taking a moment to look handsome in the sun

Letting me know it's time to visit that snow pile again

No really!

Puppy eyes please?

 Needless to say, we did visit it quite frequently.

First visit to the groomer's!

A little further into November, Apollo was smelling rather doggy. As much as I had been intending to bathe him at home, it's just not a great place for it. The showerhead is fixed high up on the wall, the tap isn't the kind you can fix a hose to, and the shower doors don't give the right access. So I decided I would take him to Bark & Fitz, where they also offer grooming services. As my luck would have it, the day before his appointment Halifax became covered with wet grey slush, but it still had to be done.

Sleeping soundly, not knowing his bath was only a night's sleep away

Along with Apollo I gave the groomer my camera, asking for a few pictures to document puppy's adventure. She kindly took several lovely pictures, some of which follow below.

One delighted, bat-eared puppy

Not quite so big and fuzzy anymore

The towel wasn't so bad…

…whilst the blow dryer was a little less fun (though not scary!)

After his bath, Apollo was extremely fuzzy for a few days. The fur on his back stood in all directions, but there was no more doggy smell. We went back a few days later so that the other groomer could trim the fur in his ears a little, and he certainly knew that he looked good as he pranced around even before that.

Quiet days inside

Early November in Halifax involved a good bit of time studying inside. That is, I sat studying, whilst Apollo lay quite contentedly taking naps. And growing.

Even in November spots of sun can be found by the puppy who tries hard enough

It was also around this time we brought out the vacuum cleaner for the first time. Apollo was not impressed. He stayed downstairs for a short while, trying to figure out what this noisemaker was, whilst keeping a healthy distance and then some. When the vacuum cleaner moved too fast for his liking, he ran upstairs. When I followed him a little while later, I found that he had taken refuge in a pile of things I'd not quite gotten unpacked and sorted (they have been since, honestly).

When there are no sunny spots or piles of not-yet-unpacked
things, the bed makes an acceptable substitute

The windowsill is still an excellent vantage point

Looking less like a puppy and more like an adolescent

Keeping a close eye on progress at the construction site across the road