It suddenly occurs to me that I never shared the big news with ya’ll. At first I waited to get some good photos, then school got crazy, as it always does, and apparently it slipped my mind.
Anyway. Drum roll please:
No, you aren’t seeing double.
Leif adopted a new dog a few weeks ago. Now he has a brace of white German shepherds.
Say hello to Vince:
He’s about 18 months and a total sweetheart. Who doesn’t love a new dog?
Vera is in black, Vince in orange. His previous owner had to move out of state and couldn’t bring him with. Sad for them, but happy for Vince, ’cause now he gets to live the farm life. And, he has a live in girlfriend.
“Um, Dog-dad. There is a boy lying on my living room rug. What is he doing here? Surely you’re not going to let him stay?”
All joking aside, they seem to make a happy pack. Apparently they play all day. They run, frolic, wrestle, and constantly try to one up each other for prime sofa and bed acreage and monopolize the petting. Poor old Rupert, he’d never get a single pet if Leif didn’t toss the two young whippersnappers out by themselves once and a while so Rupert can get some love in peace.
So Vince is settling in pretty well at the farm. He has decided that Rupert means business when he doesn’t want to play. He’s learning to respect the chickens as pack members and not chew toys and has a morning chat with the rabbits every day where they stand nose to nose at the bars of the rabbit hutches. It also seems he has made friends with Duncan the cat, they even share dinner:
So, all’s well at the farm. Now if only bones would rain from the sky.
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