So, one day we were hiking and came across this woman with an amazingly gorgeous mini Aussie. We struck up conversation with this gal, who informed us that the very dog in front of us just happened to have a litter of 2 week-old pups. FATE! A week later, we went out to see if THE puppy was there. When we walked in, we both fell in love with a red merle male--completely gorgeous and so sweet. He had already been claimed, though, so that left two other males in the litter (Dave really wanted a male). We ended up deciding on the only red-tri male--we decided well. Mr. Truman has brought so much joy and delight to our lives. He's a complete goofball and thinks he's a lot tougher than he actually is.
Having a puppy around has definitely changed everything--I forgot how much work they are. Then again, Myrtle went from puppy to adult in about a week and a half, so I naturally assumed every puppy was like her. Wrong. Despite the chewing and constant clean-up of puppy pee, he's been pretty awesome to have around.
Here are a few snapshots of Truman over the last two months.
Truman's sweet momma, Ella.
Truman at 5 weeks. He was a CHUNK.
The whole litter.
Truman at 2 months.
My main men.
Truman at 4 1/2 months.
He and Myrty are buds.