His name is Billy. He's from the shelter. In a moment of insanity George, Elijah and I decided to drop by the Humane Society yesterday. We have been talking about getting a dog for a while and recently George "relented" and so agreed to go in.We're never sure when we go to the shelter that the "right" dog will be there. But there he was, begging to go home with us.
Rose is so excited! Billy will never be lonely, I can tell you that. He got his name at the shelter. We thought of changing it, but Eli likes it, and since Elijah's a little afraid of dogs--due to past experience with a 95 pound yellow lab we had a few years ago but had to give up after a year--we're letting Elijah make as many of the decisions as possible. It turns out both Elijah and Billy are a little shy yet, but I think it's going to work out just fine.Billy's smart and calm, and he even tired out after just a 1/2 hour walk at 6 a.m. this morning. We're shocked. He's nothing like that Lab we had. We're hoping for a much better experience this time. Billy is, get this, part Beagle, part Boston Terrier, and part Alaskan Malamute! He's 25 pounds now at 5 months of age, so he will likely not get bigger than medium-sized, which we need because he has to fit in the Honda Civic with us. We think he's just a beautiful mutt, with a loving personality.
As Rose pointed out just a few minutes ago, we now have a family of ten. Ten! That's ten mouths to feed between the four humans, the four chickens, the dog and the cat. I hadn't thought of it that way. But, the more the merrier in my eyes. Welcome to the Zahn Family Farm.
(We're having a bit of a blizzard today.)
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Namaste,
Devin
Let's hope it all goes wodnerfully for you all.