Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Please Meet, Smith.

We got a dog.
His name is Smith.
He is cute.

A rescue puppy, husky/something-else mix.
(we are thinking Bernese or Swiss Mountain Dog)

Georgia, our cat, died. On Mother's Day.
She was night by a car and had unsustainable injuries.
Frank and I were so sad. We still miss her.

She was such a good cat that Frank said she was irreplaceable.

We started thinking about a dog and Smith just seemed to fit good.
He was born on Mother's Day.
Weird, huh?!

It's day Four and we are all adjusting pretty good.
Granted, we have upped the Circus level, but it's not horrible.

The dog is actually really smart and is already learning and PRACTICING the little bits that I'm teaching him. Examples: sit for leash to be put on, sit by the door until I say, "Outside". Play biting the short people who live here is bad... you know, the basics.

He is signed up for puppy school, which starts next week.

Fortunately, he's not a crazy puppy.
Only a little crazy for small periods of time.
Mostly he's a laid back guy who is happy to be in the same room with you.

I think he's going to be a great addition to the family.

1 comment:

  1. Okay, so mystery solved, I was so confused by your e-mail the other day when you mentioned a dog...but alas now that I am catching up on your blog, I understand. Congrats! Smith is too cute! The puppy stage is a hard one, much like the first few months of a new baby, but you'll get through it! It will be worth it in the end!

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