Last week Phil posted about the newest addition to his family. The crew here at RNS seem to have our animal events takes place coincidentally. We all lost a dog last year and now two of us have added back.
In March I adopted a border collie rescue named Milo. Not a name I would have chosen but it’s the one he came with so I’ll deal. I’d never spent much time around border collies before but had heard they were a smart breed. I’m a believer now.
The newest is a golden retriever pup I brought home last week. My first inclination was to name him Shiloh (as in Sharps . . . as in 45-70), but that would make three dogs in the household with names ending in “OHH”. The wife has a little freak of nature known as a shit zoo whose name happens to be ElmOHH. I just couldn’t do another OHH, so I went with my second choice of Winchester, as in Oliver, not the cathedral.
I’ve given him firm instructions to ignore the wife when she addresses him as Winnie, and to respond only to Winn or Winchester.
Priority items for new puppies are toys, so we went shopping . . .
And swimming . . .
Rolling in dirt to get the camo suit on . . .
Back at the ranch, they get the water boarding rinse and then it’s rest period . . .