DH has his heart set on a new puppy. The apprehensive face you see here belongs to a Llewellyn setter, an upland bird dog, who is waiting for us in Arkansas. We’re slated to pick him up on the 15th of this month, when he’ll be 8 weeks old. His coloration is rare, a tri-color with chestnut. As he gets older he’ll have more ticking, or spots like the ones you can see barely visible on his forelegs.
Ain’t he cute?
Still, I’m not looking forward to potty training and the inevitable chewing and digging. Lord help me.
And then there’s Beau. What a handsome, well-behaved guy! Used to being top dog–hell, the only dog–and the apple of DH’s eye. Oh, okay, who am I kidding? I think he’s the bestest dog ever too. But how will he react to having his territory invaded?
Got any tips? Sage advice? Or do I just grit my teeth in hopes of blogging fodder and a possible article in a dog’s magazine out of the experience?
Speak up, please!