Well, kind of new. Spitfire just reached a year old recently and I‘ve had her since June. I was not really looking for a dog, my last retired sled dog passed away almost two years ago, having reached the ripe old age of 17. After having a sled dog kennel and so many dogs over the years, I was going to try and be dog-less for a time. In the meantime my wife got a rescue, Rocky. He’s a sweet boy, but he is definitely Mama’s dog. In October of 2021, a good friend’s bitch had a litter of 8, and because I have experience with whelping pups, I talked him through it and wound up doing all their puppy shots. Sadly, the sire had been hit and killed just after the breeding. My son wound up with one of the litter, Bear. I figured that would be the end of it and I could just be dog adjacent. But when I went over to do the last round of shots, Miss Spitfire hopped up into my Jeep as I was getting ready to leave and didn’t want to get out. I wasn’t looking, apparently she knew better.
Even I can take a hint. Sometimes.
So now I have a brown eyed 60 pound bundle of fur, muscle and floppy ears who loves her Papa, likes to go Jeeping and camping, sleep with her head on my lap or cuddled up on my chest, likes to harass her brother Bear and Rocky and has discovered they joy of playing in deep snow.
Even I can take a hint. Sometimes.
So now I have a brown eyed 60 pound bundle of fur, muscle and floppy ears who loves her Papa, likes to go Jeeping and camping, sleep with her head on my lap or cuddled up on my chest, likes to harass her brother Bear and Rocky and has discovered they joy of playing in deep snow.