the Woodward Pups

It needs to be said, but any one who follows me on Facebook or Instagram already knows: we brought home another golden!

Meet Rosie.

AKA Rosie Posie. AKA RoRo. AKA Princess. AKA the little bitch.

Also AKA Leo. Her and Ginger-Cat are roughly the same size and color which is surprisingly confusing.

She definitely redder than Boone andb nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngy

Sorry, that was Rosie saying hi to the keyboard.

As I was saying, she is definitely redder than Boone and probably not pure Golden. Not that goldens can't be red...We got her from a rescue and while they thought she was purebred there is no proof; she's got a few tells that make me think she's got a little bit of country in her rock 'n roll. Anyway, she looks enough like a golden pup to fool other golden parents and pretty much everyone we meet.

As for Boone, he's taken to role of big brother swimmingly. They are so in love. Rosie follows him everywhere and wants to do everything he does. He's even become protective of her when Atticus gets a bit too paws-y.

She's been a champion with housebreaking and learning to walk on a leash. She is a bit older than Boone was when we brought her home (11 weeks vs. 8 weeks), but he wasn't at this level at her age. The biggest difference between her and her big brother Boone is that she has quite the voice. When Boone was her age, I don't think we had ever heard him bark. Rosie barks all the time! Boone takes her toy, she barks. She doesn't get the treat fast enough, she barks. The cat looks at her the wrong way, she barks.

Here's a little reminder I found when researching how to adjust to a second dog:

I've needed to read that, like, every day.

Boone's Best Friend

Everyone, I'm ashamed to say, Boone has a best friend and it isn't me. This is the day every mother dreads, when their baby would rather hang out with some hoodlum than their dearest mother. Or at least that's what actual-moms say. I dunno.

Boo's boo is named Blue. (Say that five times fast. I'll wait).

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Blue isn't really a new friend, he originally joined our family when Boone was only a baby. This isn't even the first Blue; it's the third. This Blue was a Christmas gift and Boone's eyes lit up like...like...a kid on Christmas morning...

I knew I'd been replaced when Boone refused to go on a walk without Blue. Boone needed to go out at 2am for a potty break and Blue came with.

Boone even knows Blue's name. I can say "go get Blue" and the damn dog actually does it! I didn't even teach him that. Either he understands, or Blue is literally on his mind all the time. And while most of Boone's toys last t-minus 2 hrs, Blue has made it almost a month with only a broken squeaker in one leg and a little scratch on the nose. Boone cares for him like Blue is his baby.

It's adorable.