Greetings from beautiful Minnesota! Now that I’ve written these last few posts at night instead of early morning, I don’t really know what temperature to report. So, lets just say it reached almost 75 today, and it was beautiful.
If you’ve stopped by and read my “about” section yet, you know that we have a dog. A 2-year-old American Bulldog who either likes to be going 100 mph or sprawl out and sleep like a sloth. He does have an in-between stage, but it’s rare that we see it. We got him at about 6 weeks old (cradle robbers that we are) from a couple with around 13 American Bulldog puppies. I think this sweet pose is from his first night with us just over 2 years ago… (Yes, he is totally sitting on my stomach as I took this picture)
We both REALLY wanted a puppy, but I was so nervous that we would screw up on his training, house breaking, etc and end up with a monster dog. But, a farm needs a dog, and even though my in-laws already had 3 dogs, we still wanted one.
We did our research, talked a lot and then promptly came home with Wellington after our first visit to look at puppies. Turns out God was smiling on us, helped us make a good choice, and my fears were mostly unfounded 😉 While he is energetic, he also usually listens, sits well and does ok on walks. Normally he runs around at the farm all day, so we don’t walk him on a regular basis anyhow.
He’s tired when he gets home at night too! He isn’t a good running partner yet – though I have tried – because squirrels and rabbits are just too tempting. Maybe once he’s a bit older and wiser?
He also has a host of nicknames. Maybe because we gave him such a long, distinguished name? Welle, Polar Bear Wellington, Well-dog. I think I’ll stop now before I say something that sounds way too weird to be, well, normal.
Want to take a little trip down memory lane with me and see some of Wellington’s finest moments?
First walk – I think this was more of a photo op that an actual walk!
He loves car rides, playing outside, helping feed calves, and hanging out on the dock.
Lest you think he isn’t a “snow dog” – here he is prowling around.
This photo-intensive thing is taking awhile, so I’ll close with what is one of the funnier photo sequences I’ve seen. My talented husband took these this summer, back when I was bleach blonde.
All is well at the farm, and the weather looks (knock on wood) like it should continue to stay dry and make farmers happy. As a fitting end to this post, do you have a dog (or maybe instead it’s a cat, iguana or pot-belly pig)? Name? Pertinent details you wish to share?