Everyone, meet Hamilton Culpepper
You can call him Hammie (or Ham) for short.
His family was going through a divorce, and somehow he ended up on my brother's back porch in need of a home, so Brandon and Jen brought him to us last weekend. We had been planning to adopt another pup in the next couple months or so anyway, because Sawyer does so much better when he has a playmate. (As in, he sleeps in the evenings instead of biting my slippers, etc.) Hammie is six months old and almost full-grown (and he only weighs 18 pounds, as opposed to Sawyer's 55 pounds). Andrew took him to the vet last week and he got all of his shots, was de-wormed and basically had the works done.
So far Hammie has been ...
Learning to walk on the leash (he was previously an outside Beagle)
Getting used to the sights and sounds of the big (to him) city
|Remember when I told you big snows were rare around here? Apparently, they're not.|
And, of course, figuring out the biggest flaw of our house: that the stairs run by the counter. Last Sunday night we found Hammie in the sink—he had walked across the (cold) stove, through some pans (he had olive oil on his little paws) and over to the sink. We promptly put the baby gate up, but he jumped over it.
Sawyer is a proud, slightly confused, big brother. He seems to be adjusting well, so let's hope that continues.
|If only they would do this (sleep) more often.|
Hammie, meet the blog world!