Whiskey River

I will post pics of the pup again soon. He has been lovable and a little terror. He is getting really good at sleeping in his crate at night and a little better at going potty outside. He definitely has his moments. He is currently attacking my dustpan and brush, his new favorite toy.

I went out yesterday to water my fuschias on my front porch with the pup, now for sure named "Whiskey River". Everytime we even step foot onto the porch, their is a little bird (a Junco) who yells at us because she has a nest around there. We were pretty sure the nest was in the Arbor Vitae out front. Anyway, I went out to water the flowers and the bird was going NUTS, as was the dog because he loves getting dripped on. I started watering one of them and all of a sudden two little chicks popped out onto the grass. As I saw them, so did Whiskey. I looked down and he had already eaten one of them. I was SO SO SO sad! That poor mama bird was so mad at us and I thought she was going to dive bomb us and peck our eyes out. Luckily, the other little chick was safe; Matt saw them later on in the yard.