This morning when I woke up I never would have guessed what this MLK day would have in store for me! As I was going along our morning routine, one of the families who send their little guy to me asked if I knew of anyone looking for a dog. I chuckled I said no but I'd be glad to ask the other families, What kind of dog. Than it happened, she said a dachshund! I said OH NO, I think we might end up with your puppy, and guess what? We did. I am afraid animals just find us. Skippy came to us because her owners were using the same realtor we were and they were unable to bring Skippy with them. Boo our kitty (who is no longer with us) followed Abby home Trick or treating. Now this little guy, we think we are going to name him Oscar, he is a sweet little dachshund - pug mix! We all are in love!
4 comments:
Abby, Im so happy that you got a Weiner-dog...He looks very nice! Love Grandma
Cute Puppy, Grand Daughter is pretty darn cute too! Another addition to your house, I love it.
Oscar, Moron, and Skippy. You have a way with names over there, What a grouch a bottle of rum and a peanut butter.... Hmmmm. Weird combo...
Cute photos, and a pretty cute puppy, as well. Your grandfather Miller's rule for dogs' names was that they should be one syllable. So our dogs when we were kids were named Spot, Sport, Tag and Duke. (Jimi has a good post up for the 99th birthday of Tom Miller.)
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