Salads?

I think Bertie might be a salad eater.  He loves to eat weeds and dead grass.  I have had to revert back to the leash because he just goes to the heaviest green weed infestation and chows down instead of pottying.   All in all not a bad day so far, only one piddle inside.  And a dribble.  He didn't squat for that one, so I don't count it.   Damn cats keep eating his food.  I like that he doesn't feel he HAS to empty his food bowl if he doesn't want to.  Unfortunately, I will have to keep putting his bowl up if he does leave some behind or the cats will eat it.  He turns 9 wks old tomorrow.  I will post some new pictures and update with his weight.  I enjoy the comments, keep them coming.  Take care everyone.

I am a wreck.  Bertie was laying on the couch playing with his wubbie (the purple thing in the pictures) when he slid backward off the couch.  I was reading and just caught him out of the corner of my eye.  He immediately started crying.  A screaming, I'm scared, and I hurt cry.  I felt my heart skip.  I thought "oh my god, he broke something".  I carefully picked him up, he was just laying there crying.  He cried harder when I touched his right front leg.  I couldn't feel any obvious fractures so just gently held him and talked to him.  He eventually calmed down and limping, laid down on his right side and went to sleep.  Guess it isn't broken, but I bet he will limp for awhile.  Talk about scary.  I am glad I never had kids.  I would have been a total basket case.