Okay, so most of you already know about Pixie, but up until now I've not posted any pictures. So I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to do so, especially since we've added another member to our family.
Ranger...he's an 8week old German Sheperd and he's gorgeous! Despite the accidents (there have only been 3 that we know of), early mornings to take him out (it's still a new place and he doesn't like to be out there on his own), the whining when we leave him in the back yard so we can run errands, and the chewing (oh the chewing...luckily nothing has been destroyed...he got ahold of my white healed sandals from the wedding, but I saved them from utter destruction)...speaking of shoes and chewing he just stole my black heals that Amy and Tracy gave me...catastrophe averted...how could you not love his face!!
Most of you know, I'm not much of a dog person (let's be honest, I'm not much of a pet person) but I opened my big mouth on Friday. Saturday happened to be Dan's big year mark since he quit smoking...so while I was helping him mow lawns I asked what he wanted for his anniversary. He said another ferret or a puppy. So I called the landlord (cuz honestly, I knew there was no way we could ever afford the kind of puppy he wanted)...and we got the green light for either. So on the way home we talked about our options. Dan was set on getting a German Sheperd but was so picky about age and gender that when you throw in our price range there was no way unless we got lucky at the Humane Society. So I said...Honey if you can find a male German Sheperd Puppy, under a year old for under $150 he's yours. Safe right? Those puppies are usually over $500 (if not $1000) especially if they are purebreds.
So what does he do? He finds german sheperd puppies on craigslist within minutes of getting home...the price?? $100! So he calls and there is one left...a male. He gets the address, we hit the bank (just in case) and end up at a house with an old Ford party bus parked in front. Once I saw the puppy and the look on Dan's face, there was no turning back. So despite the man's warning of whining and crying (especially in the car) we loaded up out little bundle of fur and claws and headed to Petco for supplies.
Petco is were the pets go...unfortunately, since the puppy hadn't had his shots yet (and apparently he's 2 weeks overdue) we could take him in, but Dan had to hold him the entire time. We walked out of that store armed for our first night (squeaky toy, food/water dish, food, collar and leash...and a free handful of doggy cookies thanks to the cashier)...we held off on the pooper scooper until the next day (and I hit Walmart)...and since kennels are so gosh darn expensive he's been sleeping in our room on blankets...and it works pretty well. We are still looking for one and hopefully craigslist will pull through for us.
So that's the latest and greatest...Ranger spends his time sleeping, eating and wrestling with Dan...he'll chase Pixie if we let him (and sometimes we do...we're hoping eventually they will co-exist quite well together). And we spend out time trying to avoid accidents and working...
