I've wanted a dog for a really, really long time. Like, about 5 minutes after I moved to Boston, but before I moved to Boston I thought "I don't want a dog now, so I'm going to move into this place that doesn't allow pets" - and thus I was dogless for two years.
Now I'm home, looking for a job, living with my parents (boo! I love them, but seriously, boo!), and the first thing I did was go dog shopping. Perhaps not entirely responsible of me, perhaps I should have waited until I got a job and a place to live, but what can I say, I'm an incredibly reckless person.
He's exactly what I was NOT looking for in a dog. I wanted a female (I don't know why, I just tend to prefer female dogs, there is absolutely no reason why I should have this preference), I wanted them to be out of the puppy stage, about 1-3 years old, and I wanted them to be on the smaller side (but not too small. like 20 pounds). Instead I got a male puppy, 4 months old, and he's already 18 pounds with no knowing how big he's going to get.
But he's a sweetie, and I fell in love with him.
He's a good pup, surprisingly laid back and well behaved. I keep thinking that something must be wrong with him, or he's still adjusting and tomorrow he'll wake up and be a little terror just like a regular puppy. But so far so good!
He's also a cuddler, and I've never had a dog remotely interested in being loved on, so this is a nice change.
Any guess on the breed? We're thinking either a whippet or a greyhound with a blue heeler, but honestly, your guess is as good as ours.
Rooney!!!!! He is adorable and my new favorite blog dog. Red blanket pic? My favorite. Congratulations!! There is no joy in being responsible.
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