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Patch


After searching like maniacs as if we were on some type of deadline, we have brought DogSpot home. She is a Jack Russell mix, reminiscent of our beloved HyperDog. She is mixed with what-we-don't-know, but she has beautiful white fur with a brown spot on her rear. Her eyes are a very unusual half blue/half brown in both eyes, making us think she may be mixed with a boxer. Little Chic was afraid that the picture might make readers think she was bald, but I assured her that I would inform you that indeed, she is not a hairless dog.

In any event, she has quickly decided that we are A-Okay, as we have her. She was a star passenger, sprawling on the back seat between Brainy Boy and Little Chic. As you can imagine, she is particularly fond of Little Chic, sitting politely when hoping for a nibble of some unexpected crumb. She has indulged all the pretend and play fantasies so far and has not been a disappointing playmate in the 2 hours she has been at home. Hopefully the potty training will be as successful. That's not generally my high point.

Her name is Patch. And we think she's grand.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Well, it oughta make "yer main man" (or whatever you call him now) happy to know that when he's gone....a replacement will be found quickly...
just kidding. I know that it would be impossible to replace him (thank goodness, there's not two like him!).

Anyway, i'm glad you found a new friend. She looks sorta like a pitbull....only little.
Rochelle said…
She's awfully cute...but where are her ears???
Melanie said…
Congratulations! She is totally adorable! I'm sure she is going to love her new family and all the spoiling she will get!
Congrats! What an adorable little pup! Always liked the Jack Russell types.

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