We finally got a dog. Mr. Fletch came to our home on December 17. We got him from the Humane Society. Fletch is 2 and is a lab/English spaniel cross. That's what we were told anyway. Who knows if anyone really has any idea of his pedigree. Here's a picture of Fletch, looking out the sliding door.
He's also had to be punished for marking the couch in the basement...and helping himself to a stick of butter from the counter... and Kev's waffles...but he's learning.
He still isn't sure exactly where our boundaries are, because he ran toward the cattle in the neighboring pasture one day. I called him off, and he came right to me, but he watches them from the bay window and growls at those trespassers. He'll learn.
He's adopted Andy, and sleeps with him. He'll get up in bed with us, but he wants to sleep between us, and that just won't work. He's a good quiet dog and he did so well at Christmas with all the extra people of all sizes at our house. I think we got a good dog.
Today will be the first time they'll be penned all day long. Let's hope they both are good dogs and are in the pen when we get home tonight!
One last final shot. Of Midnight. He wouldn't pose with Fletch, and I just had to take his picture...although, from his expression, you can tell how he enjoys photos! Poor guy :)