My new son. He is a toy Australian Shepherd and currently weighs 2.3 lbs. I officially adopt him on Monday. He's a really fuzzy little bag of sassy 'tude. I've decided that he is the new mascot for Camp Wewabeca, as we probably won't be able to get our hands on a domestic hart. If I am actually capable of training a dog, his breed is amazing at agility. Dog agility: the newest activity at Camp Wewabeca? And no, Em, he won't be a prissy, yippy little ankle-biter toy dog; he's a big shepherding dog in a little body. Milo is very excited for his new baby brother.
P.S.-MLA, Eric wanted me to name him Scout, but I said no because you want to name one of your daughters Scout and I wouldn't steal your name.
loving Henry,
amk
"I don't think it's the best idea, but I know you're going to do what you want to do."
-Mom
"I dont think you should do it, but you always do whatever you want, no matter what people say."
-Clay
3 comments:
EXCITED!
ps. i supported your rash decision making throughout this process
xoxoxoxkate
Holy crap. You are an adult. Well done. Don't kill it.
If I can have a dog I'm sure you will do fine, and he's super cute.
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