I adopted him in mid-January when he was a mere two months old. Little did I know what I was getting myself into!
That first picture is my sweet baby the first day he came home. We didn't do a lot that day, he was shy and not quite use to me, or I him.
But that quickly passed. We began to get to know one another and love each other. For the past five months it's been joy and headaches, love and frustration. And I would not do any of it over again!
I have never known such worry or such carrying. I think he's sick at every unusual behavior...and I'll admit, I did take him to the vet because his nose was dry. I thought it meant he had a fever...he didn't. Just silly new mom worries! And I make sure he looks tough in front of other dogs. He sees one he doesn't like, he gets to bark without reprimand...at least for a little while. He wants a belly run, it's his! That little guy is so cute when he needs his belly rubbed!
The other picture is a current picture of Duke. He got a new toy today from Grandma and Grandpa. He's doing his best to annihilate it at the moment, and succeeding! He is a sweet dog, unless your stuffed or contain squeaker...then your in trouble!
What I've learned over these last few months is that we have to vacuum and bathe during the day, otherwise we're going to wake the neighbors. He doesn't like the sound of a vacuum, and not just mine, any vacuum. My mom vacuumed this morning and Duke was not having it. And a bath may be the meanest thing I do to him. He runs around the house for a good 15 minutes barking at me and trying to dry himself by dragging his head
across the carpet. Whatever helps!
Whatever he does, good or bad, I still love that little guy. He is apart of me now. I knew my life was going to change when I adopted him, but I had no idea it would be this good!
Yes ol' Duke is the love of my life.
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