new king in town

Sophie, our black cocker spaniel can be a mean old broad. She is thirteen, so that is ninety-one in dog years. We were wondering how she would “do with the new puppy”. My husband wanted to wait until she was gone to get a new baby. Are you kidding me? That could be six or seven years, I told him. I am not waiting six or seven years! His parents had cockers that lived to be eighteen and nineteen. In dog years that made their ages 126 and 133. This new baby Beau was quiet, did not make a sound in the car. We were on the road two hours; he did not make one single peep. He was fine until Sophie gave him a warning snarl. That puppy answered her with a bark that came from the bowels of hell. Sophie turned tail and ran We have never seen this before. This is when I knew things were going to be okay.