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In Which We Get a Dog...For Real!

Meet Achilles - the newest addition to our ever growing family! 


After our experience with Kenley, Nana and Bob Bob really felt that the time was right for Brooklyn and Grayson to have a dog of their own. They called Aunt Jenna to convince them not to, but she wasn't all that persuasive (I believe her exact words were "Oh, yay! Do it!"). Thinking practically, I said no at first, but I've always been a stoftie when it comes to dogs. So for better or worse we've taken the leap into dog ownership!

Such a sweetie!
Achilles, or "chilli", as he has been dubbed, is a Peekapoo, a Pekeniese-Poodle mix. He's about 17 lbs and five years old, which we think is neat since Brooklyn is also five. We "rescued" him from another family with young kids who loved him dearly, but with mom going back to work, felt like they couldn't give him the attention he wants/needs. He was given the name Achilles because as a puppy he liked to nip at heels. We discussed changing it, but in the end we decided we like it, and I think the story is priceless!


He is an absolute sweetheart, playful but very easy going! He adores Grayson and Brooklyn and has bonded to all of us in the family. He is content to follow me around, find a comfy patch of floor and sit, so long as someone is nearby! 

My favorite Achilles story so far actually happened this morning.  'Chilli and Grayson and I took Brooklyn to school this morning.  He sat in the back with the kids (he's a great traveller!), squished close to Brooklyn's car seat. When she got out, I looked back, and he had scooted closer to Grayson's car seat! He just loves to be by his people!

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