My parents have been working on building up their dog population. They live in the middle of nowhere and their dogs keep things in check. Ideally, they have two or three. Right now they have one ancient dog and this puppy that my mom found in Chico. Except that was over a year ago so I suppose he's less puppy and more dog these days. His name is Earl, and he's half Corgi, half mystery.
My parents have been on the lookout for a new dog to call their own, but due to licensing and breeding laws around here, it's surprisingly difficult to find a plain old mutt puppy to call your own.
This Sunday I took my 11-year-old brother to pick out Molly, their new Australian Shepherd. She was born on October 5th, and she's very sweet:
Earl likes her alright:
Elliot is very protective of his doggies:
Daniel hasn't put her down: