kids | New puppy in the house...

...Toddler not pleased.

At first, at least, Cash (my one-year-old son), was seriously displeased with our new companion. We adopted a Lab/Hound mix from the shelter in Durham, NC last week:

Brooklyn coming home

She was named Brooklyn and, while this would not have been my first choice for a name, my fiance liked it a lot, and we did move to NC from Brooklyn about a year ago, so I suppose it is fitting. I am still rooting for "Brisket," but perhaps the next dog...

Regardless, she's a puppy, and, therefore, rather jumpy. Sometimes even a little nippy... Cash was, rightly, freaked out about being jumped on and lapped at by something with 10 pounds on him and far more teeth than he. My days since have been similar to that of a ref at a hockey game - constantly separating the players to keep them from fighting when you know, deep down, resistance is futile. Our recent walk out to Sanderford Road Park was a nice respite. 

We walked about 1.25 miles from the house to the park. Cash went on the swings, Brooklyn dug holes near the swings, they crawled in the dirt together and bonded over their amusement at my desire and attempts to keep them from swallowing too much of it. There's that futility again...

Where's the next adventure?

Let's check that way!

Relations have been improving steadily ever since...