Macy is our dog. She is now 8 months old. And although she was supposed to be maybe 20 pounds....she has settled into a healthy 30 pound baby.
I love her dearly, but I would be lying if I said that I felt that way every minute of every day. She eats things she shouldn't, barks incessantly at her shadow, darts out the door and visits the neighbors, roughhouses a little too much....and yes....in the course of potty training our house smells of puppy pee (mmmmm....yet another reason why we never have guests). But one of the things I love the very MOST about Macy is that she gets along so well with Dallin.The two of them play together ALL the time and although I am frequently scolding at least one of them for playing too rough I love to see them play. Dallin will explore in the yard for hours and Macy is right there exploring with him. She takes an active role in his creeping and crawling sessions by bringing him her ball....repeatedly and following him around the track. Fortunately,
Dallin thinks is it HILARIOUS when she runs around all crazy when he is doing his sessions so everyone is well pleased. They splash through puddles together, walk through my garden together (naughty naughty), and play in the mud together. They will run in the yard for hours....Dallin just throwing his head back and laughing his sweet giggly laugh. Every time I see them being so cute together it really warms my heart. I guess it really is true that there is nothing like a boy and his dog.
