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 Jennifer is bringing me a puppy today.  He was left on her co-workers doorstep along with 3 siblings, way too early to be taken from their mama.  She brought them to the vet, bottle fed them and gave them away when they started to eat puppy food.  This little man decided he wanted the bottle for an extra week so he was the only one left. 

He has been dewormed (something i never knew had to happen) and has gotten his clean bill of health as of yesterday.  Now he needs a name, which Jen and i will decide tonight.  We are co-parenting.  Poor Doug had a heart attack when he thought this little boy was coming to live at his house.  

I'm not a fan of normal names.  Miyagi was named so because he had soulful eyes and a little white beard. He fit his name.  He was the bestest boy ever.  And now.......i'm going to do this again.  I've never had a puppy.  Miyagi was 2 when he came home with me.  They are placing this little boys birth in the beginning of April.......so he's BRAND new.  New, new.  And will need a lot of attention and guidance.  He must be well behaved because he will also be going everywhere with me.  And i go places.

He will have doggo friends, Luna, Bruno and Rosie.  All big dogs so he will need to figure it out.  I want him to have playmates.  I'm deciding if i should take him to florida which will probably be a lot for a baby........but its better to have him with me instead of someone else especially this early on.

The timing of his arrival is both wonderful and horrible.

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