Punchy

Since losing our first dog, Jay, this past September to a freak kidney infection of some kind, our two-dog pack was minus their leader and pretty sad. But, Bert got puppy that he's going to train up as his new work buddy, and while Punch doesn't take Jay's place--no dog ever could--it's nice to be back to our crowd (that's a group of three dogs, you know; herd of cows, flock of geese, crowd of dogs).

Duckie isn't at all sure she likes Punch, but that's okay. He's pretty wild, so I don't blame her. She'll come around. Gaucho isn't a play-with-the-puppy type either, but sometimes he indulges him and it's adorable. Punch is half Border Collie, half Kelpie, so he even looks like a combination of Gaucho and Duckie. They're the three best friends that anyone could have!

Even though they're not best friends with each other. We're working on it. Baby steps. Er--puppy steps?

 

While Bert won't start Punch until next summer at the earliest, I'm excited for him to have a dog to take along to help him move cows. Jay was retired, and Gaucho is a great working dog, but he doesn't have as much finesse as Bert sometimes needs, so we're hoping Punch will be able to help out. He's out of two very good working parents, so we have high hopes for him.

Plus, technically, Gaucho is my dog. We're soul mates. It's necessary that we spend as much time together as possible.

If nothing else, Punch is super cute, right?

In other news, Wacey sits a highchair just like one would sit a horse. I don't know if I'm proud or amused. Well, actually, I know I'm both. This kid. Incidentally, in this picture, he's smiling at the entire restaurant. He's a flirt and a ham and my whole heart.