It's been a year since I lost my German Shepherd "Scout" and retired as a dog trainer. Donna and I have moved into a 70 year old house recently that we've been fixing up, but she's been saying I need to get another dog to complete our home. The past few nights after work I've been looking at Australian Shepherds, but I just kept finding reasons not to call on them.
Then I stumbled on to an add in the paper for English Shepherd puppies. I can't explain it, but it just kept pulling at me. I knew nothing about them, they were in a community I've had bad experiences in, and I just wasn't ready. However, it just kept pulling out me. Donna thinks it's Scout telling me it's time to get another dog.
So this morning I drove two hours north on a cold rainy Sunday to look at puppies. I should have known better since every dog I've acquired, I've acquired on a Sunday.
So here's what I found. A four week old male English Shepherd. Calm, curious, attentive, and very cuddly with Donna. He'll stay with his mom and dad four more weeks to strengthen his development in how to be a dog, then come home to us.
We've named him "Barlow".
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