NEVERTHRONERS! To your #got bunkers! This is going to be a rough one!
Okay, it’s official, I’m turning into a crazy old dog person.
Back in June of 2009 we added Franklin as our fourth and final dog. They were all cocker spaniels, we were happy and then … a friend came into a situation where she had to move to an apartment that doesn’t allow pets.
… um … er … that picture to the right is my new dog, Dexter.
He is six-months-old, a mix of Chihuahua, Pappion and Poodle. This is a permanent move and he’s been here for five days now, and all seems to be going well. He and Franklin are only about four months apart in age, so they are pretty much in a constant tug-o-war over toys.
At eight pounds he is our smallest dog and is quickly learning to get out of the way of the thundering herd of cocker spaniels as they plow through the house.
Yes, I am clearly insane, but it was either my house or the pound, so here he is.
Five dogs and one cat … I swear there will be no more! (I hope …)