So... after losing both Brodie and Tucker we all took time to heal and then a few months ago we started talking about another dog.
I am beginning to wonder whose idea it was to get a puppy. My family will say that it was mine but if everyone would think back to our many conversations about dogs, my input was that he/she had to be small, doesn't shed and is playful. Now, I will be honest and say that I didn't necessarily want an old dog so I guess that ccould translate to- I want a puppy. So we bring this little guy home from the shelter
In true baby form, he has accidents in the house (Mommy isn't used to this and doesn't like it.one.bit), nips at us with his baby teeth- which are sharp!, likes to chew on everything (even my shoes) and is a total maniac.
Izzy did not like him at all in the beginning- screamed at just the sight of him- but she is slowly warming up to him. She will hug on him now but sometimes doesn't know her own strength. She is still learning.
|Yep... Aiden looks like he is dead when he sleeps. I have actually checked his pulse a time or two.|