So, my mom gets a new dog (Krum, a teeny tiny chocolate poodle puppy) and of course our son uses this as the perfect time to remind us yet again that we promised to get a new pet after the loss of our cat. So, DH decides to make good on this promise and here you see the result. He is 4 1/2 months old. (Coincidentally, he shares the same birthday as my DH.) He's not the tiny morsel that my mom's little poodle puppy is, but he's big enough to endure a rambuctious boy and our rough and tumble tomboy, Leia.
So far, he's doing well. He seems to have a sweet disposition and (usually) is happy to please. He's been fun to watch as he learns to run and enjoy the yard. He came from a pet store, which is something I never thought we'd do. So, he'd only lived in a small area. He's enjoyed having a yard. Leia has been less than enthused, but they're started to play. The boy is thrilled. As for me, I feel like I've got a baby in the house again. A baby without a diaper. and with teeth. who will quickly eat anything. If you see my eyebrows anywhere, will you return them to me?
btw, our boy quickly settled on the name, "Dog Vader." sigh.
