Yep. You’re reading it correctly. I would have posted earlier, but it’s been raining night and day here (My dad said to call him Noah, ‘cause he’s going to build an ark…whatever that means.), and my mom couldn’t get any good photos outside.
Now, this addition isn’t just any dog. You’ll never believe in a million years who has joined our pack and our Team. I’m still in shock.
It’s Badger. My dad!! And Hoppy’s dad!
I thought I heard my mom talking on the phone to our breeder the other day. Of course, I only heard my mom’s side of the conversation.
“Patty (that’s our breeder), are you sure?” <pause>
“Well, of course we would. We would love to.” <pause>
“No, of course it would be better for him to come live here rather than make that big move with you to Colorado.”
Now, I’m thinking, what in the world are they talking about. I’ve heard my mom and dad say absolutely no more dogs. We don’t have the room!
So I knew they couldn’t be talking about us getting another dog. My little chocolate mind was whirring. Then I heard…
“Sure Badger would fit in here. After all, this is where his son and daughter live.”
BADGER!! My dad! And Hoppy’s dad! BADGER IS COMING TO LIVE HERE WITH US!!
I didn’t know what to think. On one hand, I was glad. After all, he’s my father. But on the other hand, that would mean one more dog for me to whip into shape around here.
And now, Badger is here with us. He’s okay. It was tough those first couple of days. He was really nervous and stressed…panting constantly and pacing continually, like a caged tiger. Spud and Hoppy and I tried to talk to him and calm him down. “Settle down, old man,” we told him.
But finally, after a couple of days, he’s calming down. After all, he’s nine years old and moving into a new home is a big adjustment. And what’s really good is that he and Hoppy are getting to be pals.
Here is the family photo. Dad, Son, Daughter.
We’re going to try and get him to jump, but he probably will only be a little jumper. He’s old and FAT! My mom said he needs to lose about 15 lbs. So it might be a while. He also might have a little arthritis in his front legs.
Now, for the question of the day. What do I call him? I can’t call him Dad. I already have a dad. I’m sure it would hurt my dad’s feelings if I all of a sudden started calling someone else Dad.
Should I call him Badger? I’m going to talk this over with Hoppy and see what he thinks. (Personally, I like “Old Man.”)
See you on the dock,
Sally, the Captain of Team 4 Dawg Flite
Proud member of Dixie Dock Dogs