A friend of my wife had an older dog (7 years +) that had a surprise litter about eight weeks ago and out of 11 pups only 4 lived. I think it was two boys and two girls. My wife had inquired about this absolutely darling little boy and we met him a week ago. (That is where this photo is from). It was love immediately. He was so cute, friendly and affectionate toward all of us that we knew he was going to be a perfect addition to our family.
We picked up the requisite gear for a puppy and brought him home this past Wednesday. After offering my son over two dozen names for the pooch, my wife chimed in once or twice and he grabbed onto her suggestion immediately. So now, Chase Nolan Hauger has joined our household. He and my son have bonded amazingly well already, in just a couple days. For an eight week old puppy he is very calm. Maybe it is because my son, Greggory, has been running him ragged and he is just exhausted. I'm not complaining though. He is comfortable in his crate and is starting to recognize his name reliably. He has even flopped down at our feet while watching the TV a couple times. That's my kind of pooch. Everyone that he's met has immediately taken a shine to him and his overall demeanor fits our family to a tee.
Chase is a mixed breed dog, maybe mixed up is a better description. His mother is part Shepard, Lab, Hound and Boxer at least. We know nothing about his dad. As I mentioned earlier this was a surprise litter. But I would not change a thing. Some people swear by pure breeds, but I'll take a mutt over any of those any day. He will no doubt grow to be a big boy, but for now he'd our little cuddly dynamo and he's here to stay.
Who knows he may one day find his way into one of my stories. He certainly is one of a kind.