Fly

After twelve years of living in doggie Fairbanks and known as ardent "cat people" we finally made the big decision to bring a dog into the family. Nobody was more excited than Kieran as we waited for the puppy's arrival.

Just shy of 8 weeks, this little guy wasn't sure what to think of our house and all the non-dogs inhabiting it. But he turned out to be a very polite little boy and he earned a good amount of trust right from the start, particularly from affable and curious Rufus.

Mostly, I think he just wondered where he was and what he was doing here.

Something told us that he missed his litter mates and his mom. Good thing we had a surrogate.

He picked out of few little lovies from Kieran's pile of stuffed toys. Buffalo went on lots of walks with us at first.

Ah, way back in week 1 when he took naps...those were the days.

In the weeks that we have had him he has received a new name (Fly), learned how to avoid snowshoes while walking the trails, and accepted that he is home.

Thanks Patt and George for deciding that we were the right family for this sweet little fluffball :-)

You can see that he's fitting right in.