So a few weeks ago, we were walking around at Pridefest, enjoying the different booths and the music and fun. We walked past this woman who had a darling little dog that Hannah fell in love with. Turns out he was with Dreampower (dog rescue group) and the woman was his "foster mom". We started talking to her about him, and I just knew we were going to end up taking him home with us.
His foster mom has been calling him Buddy, so we decided to call him that until Hannah came up with another name that we could ALL live with (no, Hannah, we're not calling him Beazel Nut). But so far it's just been Buddy - and I think that's going to be his permanent name.
So far he's petrified of Jazz and Mel (well, they ARE over 70 pounds each, and still puppy-like), and he spends most of his time under Hannah's bed when he's not cuddling on our laps.
