Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Chico!

Mario chose the name Chico. It means boy. So here we have Chico, age 5 weeks, and The Man.
Momma knows what's happening. She's losing her litter one at a time. Is that traumatic to a momma dog? I would think so.

Cora was swinging on her tummy and somehow got the forehead burn on the rubber mat beneath the swing. She is part adventurer, so I am never surprised with what happens in a day in her life.

We won't get Chico until we return from our trip the first week in July. But we did get to play with him for awhile, and Hannah had the most difficult time saying goodbye.

Nolan loves the name.
I am going to learn all I can about the little guy before he comes to live with us. The lady who is providing him will get him started on house training. That's great with me! I have learned a few methods already from her and from Kathy. Now Murphy will have a cousin. Murphy and Chico. Sounds like a movie or a Frito Bandito commercial!

After a long day with Grandma and Grandpa at Bailey's graduation and party, and visiting with Chico north of Jacksonville, we had 3 sleepy grandkids on the ride back to Quincy. They were so good for us. We are blessed.

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