Shai’s passing left an opportunity to help out another dog who needed a home, and there was definitely a dog-shaped hole in our life.
Note the verb tense! (:
Seamus and I were traveling south of Seattle anyway for a family gathering, so we made an hour detour to meet a 5-month old puppy named Hanzo. He had responsible, loving owners who couldn’t keep him for various reasons, including an unexpected pregnancy that left little time for his continued training. (Congratulations, T&E! I’m sure your new baby will keep you just as busy as this one did.)
We couldn’t leave without him.
His previous owners gave us a CD full of photos(!!), but this one was taken with my crappy cell phone by Whatcom Creek.
He was raised around another, smaller dog, two cats, and very well trained. He’s still a puppy and learning, but he’s eager to please and loves everyone. Even my cats, who most assuredly do not love him back (yet!). I’m nervous, though, because I haven’t been responsible for a puppy in 10+ years. We’re starting obedience classes ASAP. Today, I got him a little coat to keep off the rain. It’s slightly too big, and thus, extra-hilarious.
Also, just in case this post had a maturity rating somewhere above “five year old,” I’d like to announce that he has the worst farts. (: Ever. In the whole world.
Hopefully changing his food will help with the unwelcomed gas. And if he isn’t yet, he needs to be fixed. I know you would be planning on it but if it hasn’t been done, it should be, before enrolling in doggy classes. Yeah yeah, I know this is unwelcome advice. Hey! I’m the MOM! It’s kind of like warning you that it’s cold outside as you are on your way out the door in a parka and gloves. Or saying drive carefully! It’s icey out, when you just slipped on the ice on the way to the car. Mom’s can do that.
And he is SOOOOO cute. I think he has your eyes. And Seamus’ cheekbones.