No, not Laura, although she is welcome anytime. That hairy little thing in her arms. He doesn’t have a name yet. At eight weeks and about ten pounds we are fairly clueless as to how big he is going to get, all luck of the dice when you bring home a pup from the shelter. Green is hoping for twenty pounds, I’m gunning for thirty.
I knew we’d bring another dog home from the animal shelter at some point, just wasn’t sure when or how old or really anything. I haven’t had a dog this young since my D. was a pup, which was back in ’93 and she died in Jan 2009. Huxley was just shy of a year when I got him. The lady at the shelter dissuaded us from an older dog thinking that this one fit our family better. He is asleep on my lap right now. No name. The cats are curious. The hens are asleep and so should I be. Wish me luck. I think I might be in for a fairly sleepless night as I’m on puppy duty tonight. Oh, and name suggestions gratefully accepted although maybe not taken.