Tom was trolling through “Zelda” and noted, aloud, that I have only shown Freddie once, and he was just a baby. Here he is as an enormous 8 month old. You can’t really get a sense of his size from this picture. I tried to get Merlin to sit next to him for comparison, but he moved every time I snapped the shutter. Bubbles took him to puppy school and now Ursula is bringing him to obediance. She did Lily as a 7 year old (proud mama speaking) and was often the only child in a crowded ring.
This is Freddie being really, really brave. He is sitting about 20 feet from Rocko, the huge, scary bichon frise next door. This is as close as he has come until today. Just after I snapped this he got really brave and went to the fence. They greeted each other with brave sniffs and that was it.
But check out these ears. Yesterday they sort of inflated, going up a little more as the day went on. Today they were totally up except for a tiny corner of one ear. He is so precious! I walked with Freddy and Bubbles and Merlin this morning and Freddie did an outstanding job.
Freddy is an 8 week old GSD, seen here sound asleep in Bubble’s arms after a good scrub in the tub. He came home today after a two day debate over whether we could afford him, who his mommy would be, and if he presented a danger to Merlin. Ultimately, our hearts were softened, Bubbles will be the mom, and the kids kicked in $50.00 from their savings accounts towards his cost. He is beautiful, sweet, laid back and very smart. He is sitting in my lap as I type so he might be a lap dog as well.
The alliteration in the title is courtesy of Bubbles (the “mom”) and Freddy, my son. The whole naming thing does present a dilemna as we now have “Freddy-the dog” and “Freddy-Zelda’s son”. Actually, Freddy the dog is going to be known as “Sir Frederick”, “Freddy” for short. Freddy, Zelda’s son, is really not named Freddy, so it might only be confusing for Zelda. But she is not real so it might be just the reader who is confused. Oh well. We kind of like it because way back when I got married (16 years ago this month) I brought a dog (July 16 update- don’t you hate it when posts justs stop mysteriously?) named “Jackie” into our family which now included a daughter named “Jackee”. Confusing? Yes it was. Chance (who bye the bye, actually made it out of boot camp and into advanced training) used to differentiate by saying “Jackee-my-sister” or “Jackie-the-dog” when referring to either one in conversation.
Now we have “Freddy” (the human, my son, whose real name is not Freddy anyway) and “Freddie” the dog. So pay attention to the spelling or you may be confused!
