One very big puppy. One very big learning curve. And a whole lot of love in the middle of the chaos.
Content notes: Puppy blues, grief and pet loss, early puppy separation, and the emotional realities of raising a young dog.
Welcome back to the Den.
Today, we’re handing the field notes over to a very different kind of cryptid.
Not because Blitzø can write.
He’s a puppy.
And while he has many talents, operating a keyboard is currently not one of them.
So, this is Mama’s report.
Because somebody has to document what happens when you bring a Great Dane × Anatolian Shepherd baby into a house with a service dingo, a kitten, an unreasonable number of snacks, and absolutely no shortage of things to investigate.
Except today, we’re doing something a little different.
Today, we’re looking back.
Blitzø is approaching six months old, and we’ve been raising this particular spotted creature since July 15.
Five months of puppyhood. Nearly four months of having him home. And somehow, an entire lifetime’s worth of memories already.
We’ve been through a lot.
And I think it’s time we talked about it.
🐾 The Puppy Blues Are Real. Even When You Love Your Puppy.
I want to start somewhere that isn’t particularly glamorous.
Because there are plenty of adorable puppy pictures on the internet. Plenty of videos of puppies learning tricks, playing with their toys, and curling up beside their humans.
What you don’t always see are the sleepless nights.
The nights when a puppy cries in his crate and you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing wrong.
The nights when you’re crying too.
The training fails. The frustration. The moments when you’ve watched every tutorial, followed every video, tried every recommended step, and somehow nothing is working.
I’ve had those moments with Blitzø.
I’m not about to lie to you. I still have those moments.
I’ve wondered whether I was doing everything wrong. Whether I was missing something. Whether I was somehow failing this little creature who depended on me to figure out the world.
And you know what finally worked?
Putting my phone down.
Playing with the puppy.
Putting my life down for a little while and spending time with the dog actually standing in front of me.
Seeing him for everything he was, rather than measuring him against every piece of advice I’d watched.
Because there’s something important about Blitzø’s beginning that I think deserves to be acknowledged.
He came home to us at five weeks and five days old.
That’s very young.
I was told that his mother had stopped feeding him, that she’d stopped correcting his behavior, and that he was bullying his siblings.
But here’s the thing.
He was a baby.
Puppies explore the world with their mouths. They don’t have hands. They bite, nibble, wrestle, and experiment with how much pressure is appropriate.
That’s how they learn.
And a puppy that young still has a tremendous amount to learn from his mother and littermates.
Most puppies aren’t ready to leave their mothers and siblings until at least eight weeks. Blitzø arrived considerably earlier than that.
I eventually had to stop looking at his behavior as evidence that I was doing something wrong.
He was learning.
He was just learning some things with us that he would ordinarily have had more time to learn before coming home.
And thankfully, he came home to a family who loved him.
To me, M&M, BJ, and Luna.
Especially Luna.
🌻 Luna’s Little Brother
I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed by Luna.
She had never raised puppies before. She’d never been a mother. And yet, from the beginning, she took over every maternal duty she possibly could.
She couldn’t feed him, obviously, but everything else?
She tried.
She watched him. Corrected him. Played with him. Taught him house manners. Showed him what was and wasn’t acceptable.
She treated that little spotted baby like he’d belonged to her from the beginning.
And when she needed a break, we gave her one.
We still do.
Because here’s another thing I’ve learned:
Puppies need breaks.
Adults need breaks.
Everybody needs a chance to recharge.
His crate isn’t a punishment. It’s a place to rest, settle, enjoy a messy treat, and take a nap. It’s also a chance for the rest of us to catch our breath.
Nobody benefits when frustration starts leaking into training.
Not the puppy. Not the humans. Not the other animals in the house.
And Luna deserves to enjoy being a dog, not spend every waking moment being somebody else’s parent.
She’s doing a wonderful job.
But she’s also allowed to clock out.
🌻 Luna Note:
I HAVE RAISED A CHILD.
HE IS VERY LARGE.
HE IS VERY LOUD.
HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND PERSONAL SPACE.
I WOULD LIKE MY NAP NOW.
🐻 There’s a Little Bit of Bear in This Story, Too.
I would be lying if I said there weren’t moments when I looked at Blitzø and wished he were a little more like Luna.
And then I remember doing exactly the same thing with Luna.
Wishing she were more like Bear.
Calmer. More functional. Better at listening. Better at understanding what I wanted the first time I asked instead of the fifty-seventh.
Bear helped me train Luna.
He helped her understand what was and wasn’t okay. He had a way of communicating with her that I couldn’t quite replicate.
And sometimes, when Blitzø is doing something particularly ridiculous, I catch myself thinking that if Bear were here, this would probably be easier.
But Bear isn’t here.
And Luna isn’t Bear.
And Blitzø isn’t Luna.
They’re three entirely different dogs, with three entirely different personalities.
Bear had the energy of Morgan Freeman narrating a nature documentary. You simply didn’t fuck with that old man. Cheese could convince him to do just about anything, but you never mistook his willingness to cooperate for a lack of authority.
I used to narrate his life in Morgan Freeman’s voice.
Luna, in my imagination, has always been voiced by Betty White.
And Blitzø?
Well.
It feels a little cliché to say Brendan Rogers, the voice of Blitzø in Helluva Boss, but honestly, what else am I supposed to do?
Have you met this dog?
He’s an enormous spotted imp with absolutely no understanding of how much space he occupies.
The casting department has made its decision.
😈 Before He Was Blitzø, He Was Almost…
You’d think naming a puppy would be relatively straightforward.
You’d be wrong.
We had OPTIONS.
So many options.
He started out as my little Potato, which is still one of my favorite names for him.
And for a while, he almost became Russet.
A specific kind of potato, incidentally, and the very kind I happened to be making the night he came home.
We considered Crowley, Winchester, and Colt.
Naturally, Supernatural entered the conversation. Dean, Bobby, Castiel, and Sam all made appearances in the naming discussions because we’re a nerdy household and apparently incapable of naming an animal without consulting our fandoms. But, if you know me… you know that I don’t like the idea of people names for my animals so… as much as I loved a few of them. They couldn’t make the final cut.
Stolas was another contender, although he wasn’t particularly silver or gray.
I pushed for Blitzø because of his split face. We could call him Blitz, and I immediately fell in love with Itzy Bitzy Blitzy.
Alastor was another name I lobbied for.
Hazbin Hotel and the Hellaverse were very much represented.
Ozzie was another favorite of mine, partly because of my love for Ozzy Osbourne. Unfortunately, I was vetoed.
Aunt Lise suggested Chaos, or Kaos, depending on how we wanted to spell the God of Chaos.
Honestly? She wasn’t wrong.
Cerberus was another possibility.
My three-headed dog, with his three personalities:
Chaos.
Cuddles.
Lovebombing.
We also entertained some Mario-themed names. Bowser was my favorite, but our hedgehog Potao already gets called Bowser, so we couldn’t have two Bowsers competing for household supremacy.
Kamek, Koopa, and Toad all made the shortlist.
Russet. Since I’d been calling him Potato since day one… and russets were the kind of potatoes that I was using to make dinner that night. It started as a joke but, ironically, we all liked it. Just… not enough for it to end up being permanent.
And then there was still Blitzø.
My tiny little demon imp won.
My Binky.
Binka.
Blitzy.
Itzy Bitzy Blitzy.
Spotty, thanks to Aunt Lise, who was calling him that from the very beginning.
And I love that.
Because before he knew her voice, before he understood who she was, she was already calling him Spotty.
Now?
He comes running the second he hears her.
He’ll run across the house. He’ll whine at the bedroom door if I’m downstairs on a video call with her and he can’t participate.
He wants to see her.
He wants to be involved.
He wants to TALK.
He absolutely loves when she baby-talks him in French and reminds him that he isn’t a lap dog.
Which is a statement he respectfully disagrees with.
She’s his favorite person who doesn’t live here.
Other names have accumulated along the way.
Binker.
Bink-Bink.
Bitz-Bitz.
Somehow, Bitz-Bitz became Ritz Crackers. Specifically Ritz Bitz. I couldn’t tell you how. It happened organically, and now we’re here.
Baby Sherpa, and BBD courtesy of Aunt Dee.
Little Imp.
Blitzkrieg, because if you’ve ever witnessed this dog experiencing the zoomies, you’ll understand the concentrated force, speed, and surprise involved.
And, of course, Potato.
Always Potato.
He’s my chaos.
My wild child.
My spotted hellhound.
My big paws.
🎓 The Things He’s Learned
For all the chaos, this boy has learned an awful lot.
And I’m genuinely proud of him.
He’s learned sit in English, French, and German. He also knows a hand signal.
He’s learned down in all three languages, with a hand signal to match.
He knows paw, and he can distinguish between his left and right paws. We’re working on the French and German versions of those commands now.
He’s learning that communication doesn’t always have to involve words.
I like my dogs to understand hand signals because there are times when spoken communication isn’t practical. Being able to communicate with them without relying on my voice is something I value.
He’s learned his crate routine.
He’s learned the dog door.
He’s learned how to tell us when he needs to go outside, including when he’s in his crate.
He’s learning leash manners and how to navigate the world alongside us.
He’s learning to settle.
And we’re working on place and off, especially when he gets excited and decides that launching himself toward someone’s upper body is a perfectly reasonable greeting.
He’s a very athletic little jumping bean.
He also knows how to speak!
Although sometimes, when he’s asked to speak, he needs to wind up first.
He’ll jump a little, bounce around, and then finally produce the bark.
Without the bouncies, sometimes all we get are tiny whines.
Apparently, even his vocal cords need a warm-up routine.
🐄 Moo Memo:
I KNOW MANY WORDS.
I SPEAK THREE LANGUAGES.
I HAVE PAWS.
I HAVE A VOICE.
I HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY.
I WOULD ALSO LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I AM VERY SMART.
MOO.
🛁 Bath Time Is a Family Activity
Now, let’s talk about something that I wasn’t necessarily expecting to become part of our routine.
Blitzø loves baths.
He genuinely enjoys them.
There is, however, a very specific requirement for bath time.
Mama has to be in the bathtub with him.
Yes. Me.
In a bathing suit.
In the tub.
Soaping him up, rinsing him off, and generally being his personal bathing attendant.
I don’t know why he’s like this.
Maybe it’s because one of his first baths happened this way. Maybe having Mama in the water with him, holding him, reassuring him, and telling him everything was okay made him feel safe.
And now that’s simply how baths are supposed to happen.
Who am I to argue with the established bathing protocol?
He gets his Mama, his bath, and a little reassurance.
I get to explain to anyone who asks why I’m getting into a bathtub with a dog that this is apparently what motherhood looks like now.
Everybody has their routines.
Apparently, ours involves a very large puppy and a bathing suit.
🧸 A Puppy, His Toys, and Some Very Strong Opinions
At five months old, we have some thoughts about toys.
And Blitzø has made his preferences abundantly clear.
Some things are apparently timeless.
His three-eyed imp, for example, is still one of his absolute favorites.
Which is fitting, considering he was named after a cartoon imp in the first place.
That toy came home with him when we first brought him home, and it has remained part of his collection ever since.
He also loves Bear’s witch toy.
And the lamb.
Anything with a rope that he can grab, tug, pull, and generally turn into a full-body wrestling match is a winner.
He’s still completely in love with his turkey toy, particularly because the leg bones are made of rope.
Apparently, turkey legs are much more entertaining when you can pull on them.
He also loves his super-chewer toys from BarkBox. The ones he can settle down with and gnaw on for hours.
And then there’s his flirt pole.
Top tier.
Absolutely top tier.
He will sit there and jump after that thing like a gazelle for as long as we’re willing to participate.
Which is quite a while, because watching an enormous spotted puppy launch himself into the air is apparently excellent entertainment.
He has opinions about his toys.
He has favorites.
He has things he likes to carry around.
And he has absolutely no intention of sharing his most treasured possessions with the vacuum cleaner.
We’re learning what keeps him entertained, what encourages him to play, and what gives him something productive to do with all that puppy energy.
Because sometimes the best toy isn’t the newest one.
Sometimes it’s the three-eyed imp that’s been around since the beginning.
🦴 The Way to This Puppy’s Heart Is Through His Stomach
Now, let’s talk about treats.
Because if we know anything about my puppies, we know that they’re food-motivated little worker bees.
And Blitzø is no exception.
Some of his absolute favorite treats come from Reese’s Barkery.
Their venison rolls?
Obviously.
He loves them. He’ll plop his big butt down, and go to town on one of these for hours if I let him. It’s a great snack, good for his teeth, and it keeps him busy.
But their homemade treats have his heart every single time.
The beef sticks.
The duck sticks.
The sweet and sour chicken nugget treats.
The BBQ rib treats.
And practically anything they make with peanut butter.
Crunchy? Wonderful.
Soft? Also, wonderful.
Peanut butter is apparently a universally acceptable food group in this household.
He’s not particularly fussy about the texture when there’s something delicious involved.
And, of course, we have to show some love to Canine Carry-Outs.
Their holiday cookies are favorites with both Luna and Blitzø.
It’s one of those treats that both dogs get excited about, and it’s also what we’re planning to put into Santa Paws this year.
Unless Reese’s Barkery comes out with something extra fun for the holidays.
And I genuinely hope they do.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about these dogs, it’s that they appreciate a good seasonal treat.
And I’m not above being the person who gets excited about finding new things to put into their stockings and Advent calendars.
Food-motivated little worker bees.
Both of them.
And honestly, it’s a pretty effective employee benefits package.
🐄 Moo Memo:
I WORK VERY HARD.
I KNOW COMMANDS.
I DO TRICKS.
I AM VERY TRAINABLE.
I ACCEPT PAYMENT IN TREATS.
PEANUT BUTTER IS AN ACCEPTABLE CURRENCY.
MOO.
📸 Five Months of Binka: A Little Look Back
Words are wonderful, but sometimes photographs do a better job of telling the story.
And goodness, do we have photographs.
From the tiny spotted potato who first came home to us, to the increasingly enormous puppy who now believes he’s entitled to everyone’s lap, there’s been quite a transformation.
Five months of growing paws.
Floppy ears.
Sleepy puppy faces.
Questionable decisions.
New toys.
First adventures.
Luna’s little brother learning how to navigate the world.
And approximately a million pictures of a puppy who has no idea just how much he’s loved.
I’ve collected some of my favorite moments from these first five months because I don’t want to forget them.
The little things, the big things, and all the wonderfully ridiculous things in between.
So, here’s a little photographic journey through Blitzø’s first five months.
A baby potato became a baby moose.
And we’re only getting started. 🐄❤️
🚪 Still Learning, Still Growing
Of course, learning isn’t a straight line.
There are things we’re still working on.
One of those things is excited peeing.
We’ve identified a pretty specific trigger: people coming through the front door when he’s out of his crate and can see them.
If he’s in his crate and I can manage the greeting, it doesn’t seem to happen.
So, we’re changing how we approach greetings.
We’re keeping arrivals quiet and low-key, taking him outside before greetings, and trying to remove some of that excitement from the equation.
Because he’s still a baby.
His body is still developing, and his bladder control isn’t something he can magically switch on because we’d prefer him not to pee when Aunt Lise walks through the door.
He’s trying his best.
We all are.
And sometimes that’s what training looks like.
Not a perfect dog who gets everything right the first time.
A dog and a human figuring things out together.
🐄 The Potato Has Become a Whole Moose
I still occasionally look at him and wonder how he got so big.
This is the same puppy who arrived looking like a little spotted potato.
Now he’s a Great Dane × Anatolian Shepherd combination with a little Kangal in his family tree, and he’s developing into an enormous dog with absolutely no intention of acknowledging his own dimensions.
He has the personality of a curious toddler and the physical capabilities of a small farm animal.
He’s nosey.
He’s enthusiastic.
He’s stubborn.
He’s affectionate.
He checks in with us, wants to be involved in whatever we’re doing, and seems convinced that the entire household exists to provide him with entertainment.
He loves water.
He loves toys.
He loves crunchy leaves.
He loves people.
He loves investigating absolutely everything.
He also has a particular talent for finding things that he absolutely should not have in his mouth.
We have slow feeders because we take his size and deep-chested breed mix seriously. We rotate puzzles, snuffle mats, and enrichment activities because his brain needs things to do just as much as his body does.
And that body?
Let’s just say the Fi Collar has been keeping track.
This dog has had days with approximately 25,000 steps.
He’s a professional potato with the activity levels of a small recreational athlete.
He has grown from a shy-of-six-week-old baby into a dog who is already approaching Luna’s size… and then surpassing her size entirely. Can you believe that he’s taller than she is now? Because sometimes I look at the two of them standing together and I can’t believe it. Sometimes… I’m just plain floored.
And he’s not finished.
Not even remotely.
🎄 Our First Christmas With Blitzø
This is something I’m particularly excited about.
And if I’m being honest, that excitement feels a little unfamiliar.
The last few Christmases have been difficult.
I lost my mom in 2020.
I lost my grandma in 2023.
I lost Bear in 2025.
And now we’re approaching another holiday season.
But this year, there are new little lives in the house.
Blitzø.
Biscuits.
And a whole lot of new traditions waiting to happen.
Naturally, both of them are getting their own Christmas stockings.
Biscuits has a green stocking with a little embroidered fish.
Luna and Blitzø have white stockings, one with silver snowflakes and one with gold. Luna gets silver, and Blitzø gets gold.
Because apparently, we’re the kind of household where the animals have coordinated Christmas decorations.
And I’m absolutely fine with that.
Blitzø is getting a tie-dye collar.
There’s a reason for that one.
His litter name, given to him by my cousin, was Scooby.
And I’ve always loved Scooby-Doo.
So, there’s something particularly special about bringing a little piece of that beginning into his first Christmas with us.
Especially now that we’re also giving him Bear’s Scooby-Doo bandana.
I don’t think I can adequately explain how much that means to me.
It’s a little connection between two dogs who never got to meet.
A reminder that loving a new dog doesn’t mean leaving the ones who came before behind.
And honestly, against Blitzø’s coat, the tie-dye is going to look spectacular.
He’s also getting a BarkBox Shaggy Rogers toy.
Because every Scooby needs his Shaggy.
And because this particular Scooby happens to be a very enthusiastic chewer who loves rope toys, squeaky toys, and anything he can carry around the house.
He’ll also have his red collar and his new tie-dye option.
Because if there’s one thing we’ve established with Blitzø and his collection of collars, it’s that the animals deserve wardrobe options.
Blitzø is finally approaching an age where he might stop growing every five minutes.
So perhaps it’s time he started building a wardrobe of his own.
He’s also getting a Peanuts bandana for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, featuring Snoopy and Woodstock.
Biscuits is getting a Christmas wreath collar- so don’t think he’s being left out of the festivities.
And, naturally, Luna and Blitzø are getting Christmas sweaters.
Because that’s just who we are.
But there’s something else I’m looking forward to.
And that is seeing how this particular puppy handles Christmas.
The tree.
The ornaments.
The decorations.
The lights.
All of it.
I have absolutely no idea what to expect.
Will he be fascinated by the ornaments? Will he attempt to investigate every single branch? Will he decide that the Christmas tree is an enormous indoor enrichment activity?
Will Luna have to explain that we don’t eat the decorations?
Will Biscuits become the actual mastermind behind any Christmas tree-related crimes?
I genuinely cannot wait to find out.
I suspect we’re going to have some stories.
Possibly some casualties.
Hopefully no broken ornaments.
But definitely some stories.
🎅 Introducing Santa Paws
There’s another Christmas project happening in our house this year.
A couple of weeks ago, M&M and I found a DIY Santa Claus Advent Calendar at Savers.
Two dollars.
That’s right. Two whole dollars.
It’s the kind you paint yourself, with little drawers you can fill with treats.
And we decided that instead of making it another family candy calendar, we were going to turn it into something for the animals.
We’ve always had chocolate Advent calendars in our house. German ones, specifically, because part of my family’s heritage goes back to Germany.
It’s a tradition we’ve kept going, and M&M has been happily roped into it.
But this year, we’re doing something different.
We’re painting Santa and turning him into Santa Paws.
We know Milk-Bone makes dog Advent calendars, but we’re particular about what we feed the dogs.
We already have a twelve-day Christmas Advent calendar for Biscuits, gifted to us by the food pantry we volunteer with, and we’re perfectly happy with what he has.
But the dogs need something a little different.
So, we’re making their own.
And because apparently, we cannot undertake a small craft project without turning it into an entire production, we also spent approximately $80 at Michaels on paint and craft supplies.
There are paint-your-own nutcrackers.
There are paint-by-numbers.
There is an entire Santa Paws project.
And you can bet we’re going to show you how it turns out.
Maybe we’ll have a post about painting him.
Maybe another about filling his little drawers.
Maybe both.
Because if we’re going to spend that much money on craft supplies, you’re coming along for the ride.
And naturally, Canine Carry-Outs holiday cookies are already on the list of things we’re planning to put inside.
Unless Reese’s Barkery comes out with something particularly festive that we simply cannot resist.
In which case, Santa Paws may need a little last-minute adjustment.
The dogs have standards.
Apparently, so does Santa.
🐾 The Things You Don’t See in the Puppy Pictures
It’s been a lot of things in these first months.
Learning what toys he likes.
Learning which treats make him lose his mind.
Learning which foods he’s particularly enthusiastic about.
Figuring out his slow feeders, enrichment routines, and supplements.
Learning when he needs to play and when he needs to sleep.
Learning when Luna needs a break.
Learning when we need one.
It’s been puppy blues.
It’s been training successes and training failures.
It’s been discovering that he can be a little too enthusiastic about things.
It’s been the occasional unexpected veterinary conversation.
It’s been wasp stings, chewed objects, and the general experience of having a puppy who believes that his mouth is a perfectly acceptable investigative tool.
And, most recently, it’s been discovering that my uncle brought fleas into my house.
Which was a particularly spectacular way to spend an afternoon.
There I was, wondering how on earth I hadn’t noticed sooner, ordering Capstar so everyone could get some immediate relief while I organized the rest of the flea-control operation.
I believe the technical term for my response was becoming the Flea Gestapo.
Dead or alive, they were going to pay.
We don’t use poison traps around the animals, and protecting everyone in the house is always part of the plan.
It’s not glamorous.
It’s not particularly cute.
But it’s part of raising animals.
The pictures don’t always show the work that goes into keeping everyone happy, healthy, safe, and comfortable.
And that’s okay.
Because the work is part of the adventure, too.
❤️ Five Months of Learning Each Other
I think the biggest thing I’ve learned is that raising Blitzø isn’t about making him into the perfect dog.
It’s about helping him become the best version of the dog he’s already growing into.
He’s not Bear.
He’s not Luna.
He’s not supposed to be either of them.
He’s Blitzø.
He’s the puppy who arrived earlier than he should have, with a whole lot of learning still ahead of him.
He’s the puppy who cried in his crate while I cried on the other side of the door.
He’s the puppy who taught me that sometimes I need to put my phone down and stop looking for answers from strangers on the internet.
He’s the puppy who has learned three languages worth of commands, who knows his left paw from his right, and who occasionally needs to bounce before he can bark.
He’s the puppy who runs for Aunt Lise.
Who loves his family.
Who thinks Luna is the greatest thing in the world, even when she would very much like him to stop climbing on her.
Who wants to be involved in everything.
Who has very specific opinions about bath time.
Who loves his three-eyed imp, his lamb, and anything he can tug on.
Who would happily work an entire shift for a venison roll.
Who climbs into my lap despite being built like a small horse.
Who checks in with me.
Who licks my face.
Who just wants his mama.
And I think that’s the part I want to remember most.
Because even when things are hard, even when the puppy blues show up, even when I wonder whether I’m doing enough or getting something wrong, there is this enormous spotted creature who has absolutely no idea how big he is.
And he still thinks my lap is the safest place in the world.
We’re approaching our first Thanksgiving together.
Our first Christmas together.
Our first full holiday season with him and Biscuits in the family.
And I’m so thankful.
Not because everything is perfect.
Not because raising a puppy has been easy.
But because we’ve made it through another chapter.
Because we’re learning.
Because we’re growing.
Because sometimes, after all the frustration and all the noise and all the chaos, everything gets a little better.
Especially when there’s a giant puppy climbing into your lap, checking in with you, and reminding you that all he wants in the world is his mama.
And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
I can’t wait to see who this ridiculous spotted creature grows into.
And I especially can’t wait to see what he thinks of his first Christmas.
Something tells me we’re going to have a very interesting holiday season.
🎁 Want to Spoil the Cryptids?
One of the fun things about having a household full of animals is that there’s always something someone needs, something someone wants, or something that would make their little lives a bit more entertaining.
And let’s be honest.
Luna, Blitzø, and Biscuits are not exactly lacking in personality.
If you’re family, a friend, a reader, or someone who simply enjoys following along with our little corner of the internet, we’ve put together a wishlist with some things for the household cryptids.
There are things for Luna.
Things for our growing baby moose, Blitzø.
And things for our resident feline overlord, Biscuits.
Whether it’s a new toy, a treat, something useful, or just something you think one of them would enjoy, we’ve put together a little collection of possibilities.
And please know that there’s absolutely no expectation attached to it.
This isn’t a requirement for being part of our community. Reading the blog, sharing our adventures, leaving comments, and watching these little creatures grow alongside us already means so much.
But if you’d ever like to send one of the cryptids a little something, our wishlist is here:
🎁 The Crippled Cryptid Household Wishlist
Thank you for loving these ridiculous little creatures alongside us.
They may not know what an internet reader is, but I can assure you that they would absolutely appreciate the snacks.
Especially Blitzø.
He would appreciate the snacks.
MOO.
🐄🌙 Moo Memo: Adventure Complete
I AM BLITZØ.
I AM ALMOST SIX MONTHS OLD.
I KNOW THREE LANGUAGES.
I HAVE MANY NAMES.
I HAVE A SISTER.
I HAVE A KITTEN.
I HAVE IMPORTANT CHRISTMAS PRESENTS COMING.
I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC BATHING ROUTINE.
I HAVE TOYS.
I HAVE TREATS.
I AM A VERY GOOD BOY.
I AM ALSO VERY LARGE.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT PERSONAL SPACE IS.
I LOVE MY FAMILY.
I LOVE MY MAMA.
I WOULD LIKE A SNACK NOW.
MOO.
Until next time, little cryptid.
Keep growing.
Keep learning.
Keep investigating absolutely everything.
And please stop putting things in your mouth.
Mama loves you. 🐾
– Mama
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Blitzø’s Big Adventure
One very big puppy. One very big life. A whole lot of little adventures.
🐄 Moo Memo:
ADVENTURE COMPLETE.
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No pressure to donate. Reading, sharing, and watching this little guy grow alongside us is already enough.
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