Shaun's eyes were so big when he opened the front door to see a doggy standing there. "a dog, for real? To keep?" He named him Shiloh, after a book we had read together.
The bone was left out in the rain and came untwisted. He loves to play tug of war.
His favorite game is fetch. Fetch in the house is especially funny. I stand in the livingroom against the far wall and throw the rawhide bone toward the kitchen. He bounces after it trying to stop at the last minute. The kitchen floor usually sends him sliding into the cupboards at the far end. Shiloh loves it though, he gets the bone, brings it back then bounces after it, tumbling to a stop every time.
Shaun loves him, even if he gets annoyed some times-usually when Shiloh jumps on him to get his attention and ask for love.
He is a crazy dog that loves to move our shoes. Yes, move-he doesn't chew-just move, all of our shoes. I almost killed him one night though when he knocked over the Christmas tree and chewed two of my childhood ornaments (from 1979 and 1981 from my Grandparents). Whenever he gets out of the yard he runs over to the neighbors to try play with their dog. He has also jumped on the neighbor who is 9 months pregnant. Our cat also disappeared for 2 weeks. It was a direct protest for the arrival of the dog. He comes to me when I call him but I have to carry him to the house and protect him from the dog while he eats and naps.
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