We got some unexpected bad news this week. Greg's cousin Cory had passed away after a very short illness. Yesterday was his funeral. It was a lovely service. Cory's sister Carole had expressed concern over the fact that no one wanted to take Cory's beloved Lab, Dusty. I could see Greg's wheels spinning, and after the service, Greg told Carole that we would take Dusty. Carole was so relieved. She didn't want Dusty to have to go to someone that Cory didn't know, or worse, to the pound. I think Cory would be very pleased to know that his dog will live here with us. It was a little bit crazy when we got home to introduce our Wheatie to him. Ducey wanted to make sure that Dusty knew who was boss, and who lived here first! He worked hard all night to establish dominance, even though Dusty could have taken him down with one swift whip of his powerful tail. We took them for a brisk walk, and then, eventually, they settled Dusty slept on the floor right next to our bed, next to me, and Ducey took his normal spot at the foot of the bed. This morning, they are both much calmer.
Meet our new boy, Dusty.
Dusty appears to have had some training. He is well mannered, and performs simple commands. For a treat, or a pat on the head.
We are hoping that Ducey and Dusty will be good friends. They are the same age, which is a good thing.
Happy Day folks....see you in a few days.
XO Kris and the Double D's (Ducey and Dusty, that is)