Seems like a good time to start over. At one writer's conference I went to a long time ago, the speaker compared writers to trapeze artists. They have to let go of the old trapeze before they can grab onto the new. I am ready, finally, to let go.
The puppy is Ben, 11 weeks old today. He is large and physical, the complete opposite of Scout who loves playing with him. She weighs 53 pounds at 19 months and he will, I think, top out at 75. He is not yet registered. The breeder is moving very slowly on this and it makes me nervous. I like to have the i's dotted and the t's crossed when it come to this kind of stuff. He will be Bear Creek's Chill Out, I think, when we do register him.
Four dogs is a lot of dogs, especially in mud season. They all want ME, or Tom, if he is in charge, and they don't want to share.
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