Yesterday, we brought home this very handsome, if hairy, three-year-old boy:
Right now, he’s going by the name Apache, because that’s the rescuers called him, but Tank and Daddyman both like “Badge” as an alternative. Any other suggestions for the happy-go-lucky McLernins beagle boy?
Just look at that sweetness:
We rescued Apache through Dogs on Death Row. If you’re looking for a new pet, please, please consider adopting a rescue animal. Apache had been fully vetted and he’s great with kids. As an adult dog, he isn’t giving us any of that high-need puppy trouble, but because he’s spent time with people, he’s eager to love and please. Walking him is a little like walking a small, furry steam engine, but he has deposited all poops and pees in the appropriate outdoor venue and he is tolerant of Babypie’s alternated aggressive love and attempts at force-feeding blueberries. He’s currently protecting our stairs with his sleeping body. Good boy.
