This is Bear. We had an adventure in owning a puppy last week. One of Belle's classmates found him in the gutter on their street, but their family already owned a dog and it didn't take kindly to sharing its space. So we decided to adopt him as I have been wanting a dog for awhile, but didn't want to shell out the mega bucks to buy one. I also didn't want a shedder, which pretty much ruled out every pound dog. So here was a free poodle mix (either a malti-poo or cock-a-poo) that needed a home! It was a perfect match, or so we thought. We brought him home and he quickly proved to be a good, smart puppy. Really just a baby, we estimate that he is probably 3-6 months old. He slept all night with no accidents and was just the most loveable, quiet little guy. Unfortunately, his size worked against him. He is so small he could easily fit through the bars in the backyard fences and because of how we are up against the hills, there are large birds of prey that hunt around here and he would make a tasty snack for them, so we were unable to leave him outside at all. Then you add in a crawling baby who he thought was another puppy to play with and as wonderful as he was, we just were not the right home for him. Luckily, Grandma and Grandpa Saunders could provide him with an awesome home! So we still get to see him and have visitation rights and he is much happier in a home where he can go outside whenever he wants.
