I love dogs. Puppies are cute. Last June, Duffy, our 15 year old Wheaton Terrier died. That left 4 year old Bennie (Cocker Spaniel) to rule the roost…until last Saturday.
“What’s this!” I exclaimed as my step-daughter walked into the house with a 8 week old SCHNOODLE (part Schnouzer and part poodle). “Where’s your mother!” I bellowed. Not wanting to acknowledge this new “temporary” member to the family.
So now that some time has gone by, this little thing is greeting me at the door wagging his elongated tail, he waits for me, he jumps on me…wants to cuddle on my lap…blah, blah, blah. I thought I was done with the baby phase, then puppy phase…diapers, accidents on the wood floors, rugs ect…ect.
But Scout is Elisa’s dog…going back to school in July when she returns to her off-campus apartment….that means we get to raise Scout while she’s studying abroad this semester in Australia…. hmmmm.
Then does this mean when Scout leaves, someone in the house is going to want to replace him with another little cuddly, cute puppy?????
