Honey is, of course, my Black Mouth Cur puppy. Baby is my son's pit bull puppy. They are both the same age and Baby is 35 pounds and so much bigger than Honey. And he is a baby. Around 6:30 last night, Baby was ready to go home. He would sit and whine for my son and his kids to take him home. He and Honey had played all afternoon and he was tired. He rides in the back seat between the two kids. He has a bed between them. And he is so spoiled.
After they left, Honey went straight to her crate, curled up on her clean new blanket and went to sleep. I had to wake her up this morning to go outside. She ate and went right back to bed and has slept most of the day. They wear themselves out every Sunday. I did not want another dog, but I really didn't have a choice. She was skin and bones when I found her. So I told myself I would call the rescues. Well, they were all full. So she is going to be my new addition and she will stay for life.
Duncan was in bed with my grandson Sunday morning so I took Honey into bed with me. Spats got in bed with us and he was nuzzling Honey. Honey was nibbling his ears. If I could just get Honey to stop pulling on their fur and biting their faces, they would love her. I have started training her.
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