Over the weekend, we got a new addition to our little family: we got a second dog. His name is Buster and he's
Oh, and giving our other dog Rudi a multitude of kisses.
She is semi-annoyed by his presence, but she will allow a few kisses to occur before becoming completely annoyed. Which makes me think that somewhere in there, she likes it. We are still adjusting to having another dog in the house, especially one with an endless supply of energy, but I sincerely love all the things that dogs bring into our lives. I could do with a little less barking, dog hair and poop duty, but the snuggles and feeling of security a dog provides are second to none. I really can't imagine my life without a dog. Or, two.
Last night was a bit rough, what with a 4:00 a.m. barking wake-up call and a 30-pound beagle mix hogging my side of our queen-sized bed. But like anything else, it's just a matter of getting used to a minor change in our lives.
For the record, I attempted to take more pictures of Buster, but he only likes to sit still for 10 second intervals. Which means most of the pictures I took look a lot like this:
I think he thinks he heard a cow. Eventhough they are at least 5 acres away and not moo-ing. It's possible.