Golden Boy

Today is Casey's 8th birthday, his golden birthday. Eight! I can't believe it. It seems like yesterday we drove over to the country farm that bred Weimaraners. My mom & dad stored their boat in the barn and came back to the cabin to tell us there was one puppy left, a boy. We had hoped for a girl, we both grew up with only girl dogs...we wouldn't know how to raise a boy. "Let's just go look."
We fell in love when we saw him and had to take him home! "Today?" the woman asked. We had hoped we could take him today, we live 2 hours away. She told us if no one had come that Sunday, they were going to keep him as their own. We brought him home with several pit stops along the way, how long can a puppy ride in the car?? He jumped out of the cart at the pet shop as we were picking out just the right collar and toys.










Eight?
We've taught him everything he knows. He rings a bell if he wants to go outside, he barks once to come in, he doesn't leave the yard, he can shake, do wheelies and shitties, if he's been naughty he sits in his corner until we say he can come out, he cuddles with his babies and play with the strong toys. He's a smart boy.
How could I have become attached to a dog? Well, I fell and I fell hard and I love you my little golden boy. Mmwahh! Happy Birthday Casey Blue xoxo