I’ve hemmed and hawed about getting another dog for months. The problem was, every where I went, I was looking for Willy. I miss him still so very much. I still cry sometimes. There will never be another dog like him.


A couple weeks ago, we went to a dog adoption event to see a dog named Jacks. He was already adopted when we got there. But this big puffball was there. Actually, he’s only 12 pounds, but he has a lot of hair!

Here is his photo from the rescue web site. He really does have eyes. Somewhere.

Next thing I knew, we were signing papers.

The rescue says he is a one and a half year old schnoodle (poodle/schnauzer mix). He was found roaming the streets of Yuma.

Brings new meaning to getting on the furniture.

We all have a bit of adjustment to do. He is a smart one. He already has the doggie door figured out and will sit for treats. He walks well on a leash and sleeps all night in the crate. He’s never had an accident in the house.

We need to work on resource guarding. And he doesn’t appear to be amenable to grooming. We are going to start working with a trainer. He’s a sweetheart, but he did come with a bit of emotional baggage.

Winslow isn’t too sure about him yet, but he and Gracie are quickly becoming the best of friends.
He will never replace my Sweet Willy Boy, but I love him already.
Welcome home, Harry.
































































