A few months ago, Ellie, our otherwise sweet and adorable yorkie, lunged at Will and bit him on the eye while he was trying to sit next to me on the couch. At 8 years old, Ellie was growing increasingly tired of the kids and biting is a non-negotiable. We were sad to part ways with her, but she is now living with a retired couple who dote on her and spoil her rotten.
I really started to miss not having a dog around, so after doing some research, I settled on a golden retriever as our family dog of choice. Mike took a little convincing, but last weekend...
We named him Bailey.
We drove out to the mountains of western Virginia to pick him up. The drive was long, but insanely beautiful.
Bailey's first drink at home.
The neighbors came over to meet him, and we decided it would be the perfect time to light off the fireworks we didn't get to on the Fourth of July. Bailey was cool with it.
He is settling in beautifully. He sleeps through the night in his crate, waking up around 6 AM. He's learning to walk on his leash and already knows how to sit. House training is going great (*knocking on wood*).
The only thing we're having some issues with is the teething. He's a little too mouthy and physical with the kids and needs to be re-directed often. I'm definitely ready for him to outgrow this phase.
We're slowly but surely getting used to each other.
Welcome to the family, Bailey!