August 30, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
Bristol, as in my third child’s husband’s favorite NASCAR night race, not Bristol as in teenaged baby mama and daughter of the former VP candidate that could see RUSSIA FROM HER HOUSE.
Bristol was rescued from a high-kill shelter in West Virgina and brought to a local rescue. Her baby mama was a year old Border Collie/Black Lab stray. Her baby daddy is a sperm donor Heinz 57 mix WHO THE HECK KNOWS, SHE WAS KNOCKED UP, MMMKAY?
She’s teeny. And cute and fuzzy and sweet and snuggly. We haven’t heard a PEEP out of her. She has slept through the night twice (but I still dragged her out half way through anyways, she was NOT AMUSED) on her own bed, doesn’t whine when I leave the room, doesn’t follow me everywhere, is easily redirected and is already sitting AND walking on a leash. Hope the rest of the training is this easy, my peeps.
And Shad Roe? Well, she’s…erm…Shadow is Shadow. She is afraid of Bristol when she’s playing, interested but keeping her distance. But a few minutes ago when I was running the vacuum, Shadow plopped herself right next to Bristol on the doggy bed and snuggled in. You might think they like each other or something…