For the longest time now, Drew has wanted a dog. I've been hesitant, first of all because we lived in small apartments, and second of all because pets are a lot of work. When we moved to Alaska, Drew was even more insistent about getting a dog, and after a while I couldn't really come up with a good excuse.
There are dogs everywhere in the village; a lot of families own one or two, and then there are a lot of stray dogs that just wander around. (No vet in town=not much population control, if you know what I mean.) In September I found out another teacher's dog had had 9 puppies and she was trying to get rid of them, so Drew and I went over and picked one out.
Drew and 4-week-old Churchill
He was super tiny then, but very noisy. We had to wait a few more weeks until he was weaned, and we got him about a week before Halloween. His name is Winston Churchill--we call him Churchill or Church.
Church and his moose toy.
Now he weighs over 30 pounds and he'll get a little bigger still. He's a true "village mutt". We're working on training him, but he's mischief, as they say here. He likes to try to steal things off the table or Drew's desk, and he still hasn't quite figured out how to only use the bathroom outside. But he loves to play and cuddle and he's not quite as bitey as he was when he was little. He's part of our little family now and we love him.
Curled up on the couch for a nap.
Oh, he's adorable. I think I remember you telling me about him the last time we talked on the phone - you should put up a picture of what he looks like now.
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