
This is our little puppy dog...well he's just like one anyway. He pants all the time with his tongue sticking out, he drools all over everything, and I find myself constantly cleaning up his accidents. I also find him "begging" for food in a high pitched cry instead of a whine. His throwing-up-all-the-time-all-over-everything phase has improved but there was one point where I felt like maybe it would work out best if I lined all of our floors with newspaper. And he even likes to gnaw on a bone occasionally...we went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse and I gave him the rib bone so he would be content and quit
bellowing in the restaurant...surprisingly it worked throughout the rest of dinner. But of course he is a lot better than a puppy and has made us both happier than we
could have ever imagined. Whatever did we do with all our time before he came?
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He looks just like Eli in this picture when we did "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" our Senior year in high school, red hair and all.
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