My wife found him on a farm in the foothills. The picture the farmer sent was blurry because the puppy was running and wouldn’t sit still for a photo. But one thing that was clear from the photo was that he had crazy eyes and a mischievous smile. So we drove 90 minutes north to get our crazy puppy and on the ride home Strider was as quiet as a mouse. In fact, he was like that for the first…
16 years ago, I saw a puppy running loose on a busy street. So I parked my car and scooped her up. She was a very good girl for a long time.
So here we are back in puppyhood again. It will be as fun as it is challenging. But thanks to genetics, we feel like we know what we’re getting into.
My only beef with God is the length of a dog’s life.
