The truck lumbered down the highway as all eight children were giggles and bubbling over with hyper enthusiasm. Squabbles and tiny arguements over which person could hold the newest family member erupted from each row in the moving vehicle.
“And what shall we call him?” I asked from the front passenger seat.
“Rip Van Winkle!” the girls all enthusiastically chimed in together.
{Momma Lacey, telling him who is boss around here…
“No accidents in the house, no barking loudly, no running away, no chasing chickens …”}
[As a breed that is supposed to be lethargic, we are wondering if he will live up to his name later on in his dog life…time will tell … ]
by Gigi
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