We got a puppy (well almost 2 year old) right as we were leaving Chadron (thanks again, Burch family), and I realized today that we have not posted pictures yet. Her name is Noel, but Emery calls her Nell.
The other day Emery "shared" a granola bar with her, which she promptly took and hid. Later, while we were eating dinner, she brought that granola bar right up to the door and sat there with it in her mouth.
Sorry for the poor picture, she's full of energy and moves too quickly for me to get a good shot. We took her to the beach last week and she loved chasing the birds and digging for crabs (she never caught either, by the way and had to settle for dog biscuits and Emery's dropped bagel sandwich).
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Our dog
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What a sad little dog. You never feed it so it has to take granola bars from your son. By the way, that bar is currently burried in a shallow hole behind the shed. I found it the other day when I was trying to catch some food for the toad and while not having much success at avoiding the massive pile of fire ants.
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