Dammit! We're Keeping Him!

The woman who rescued this puppy's mother and raised the puppies was worried that we, the three of us and the dog, might not be right for one another. First, we met the dog at her house. Then, she brought the dog to our house (for the home check). She said the dog didn't seem excited to see us. (How and why would he be excited to see people he'd only played with for 20 minutes the day before?) We arranged for the dog world's equivalent of a sleepover. We spent the first two days worrying that she would tell us we couldn't have the dog. By today, the third day, I laid claim to this little guy. I announced to Soul Brother #1 that Oxley was our puppy, that there was no way we'd allow her to take him back. By the time she came by today, we'd already signed him (us?) up for puppy training classes, purchased his crate, gotten an I.D. tag and hooked him up with a sweet little collar.

He's half Beagle. No one is certain of the other half, but it appears to be a Lab. The woman teaching the puppy training class couldn't see the Beagle in him. Then he let out a howl whose sound bounced off every wall in the store. Oh, he's got Beagle blood alright! This little guy is making the men in our house very happy. Oh yeah . . . I like him too!