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Meet The Drake

This is Drake.  He is the newest member of our family.  Merry Christmas to me!

The decision to get another dog was not one that I took lightly.  I was heart sick for at least a month when we had to release Winston to someone else's care because of his behavior issues.  I was reluctant to get a new dog, but there was a constant hole in my heart that ached for companionship.  

Right now, it is like having another baby.  He cries at night and I constantly have to take him out to potty, but it has been great.  I am stunned at how well he has doing.  No potties inside!  I know accidents are going to happen but that is more than I could have asked out of a 7 week pup.  He potties outside like a champ.  He does his business then runs over to my feet and stands on my shoes until I pick him up.  The ground is a bit cold for him.  

Him and Haley are getting along great.  I have to watch them both because he is very fragile.  She wouldn't try to hurt him but sometimes she stomps around and gets a wild hair and wants to pick him up, which I do not allow.  So they both receive constant supervision.  I can't complain because the are both pretty dawn adorable.

We got family pictures so those should be coming soon.  Haley was stubborn and wouldn't pose for us, so the pictures are going to be candid in nature.  Mostly her playing around in the library and such.  Hopefully we will get a few good ones out of the bunch.  

Haley says...Boo family pictures.  She looks grumpy, but so adorable/


PS Christmas is less than a month away!  I need to get shopping! Here is a peak at the Abbott household this Christmas.  Our house feels a lot more like home now!

 

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