I have mentioned before that this little man is so timid. I am not sure what his history is because he was found in the middle of a field by an officer. My guess is he was abandoned in this field. He is barely a one year and was so nervous he would pee on me if I held him and smelled indescribable. Timid man had to have his snip job as well as a hernia repair before he was released late on Monday to my arms. We have been taking it real slow around here by letting Mackie feel comfortable with us and explore his new digs. The past two nights Mac has given a little bark in the wee hours of the night. I have taken this opportunity to get up and snuggle with him. Finally after nap time today it was Tate’s turn to hold and snuggle with Mac. Anytime there is ANYTHING soft around Tate plops her thumb into her mouth. Even the suggestions that Santa wanted a good picture of Tate and her new puppy without her thumb did not dislodge her thumb.
I am so relieved that our dog is not named Caillou or Elmo. Not even suggested by our little Princess Tate…. a huge sigh of relieve escaped my lips.