I have not mentioned this because . . . well . . . I don’t like to mention it. He was a great dog and he was healthy right up until he wasn’t. I was so upset I took all of his toys, dishes, food and bones and threw them away so I wouldn’t have to look at them. I didn’t think I’d ever get another dog and then . . .
I’d like everyone to meet Reggie.
He came to our house a week ago Thursday. He is a 12 week old boxer and Lord knows what mix. He is supposed to be oldest son’s dog, but you know how that goes.
Reggie likes rawhide bones, bunny and bird toys and feet. He spends most of his time in the kitchen, behind the baby gate, looking at us like this.
He has a secret identity. Reggie, the annhiliator.
Like any baby, he gets very tired. His favorite trick is to steal warm spaces whenever anyone vacates them.
How many dogs, cats, pets have you had in your life? Did you have a favorite? Will there come a day when you think “no more pets” or will you always, always have one?
And most importantly: How CUTE is Reggie?