Just Joey. . .

Just Joey

the rose I'd love to add to my garden

and

Joey

the little dog who has stolen our hearts!

I shared here a bit about the sweet gift my daughter gave me for my birthday - the birthday that is still a few months away! And I shared my dilemma about his name. Our oldest granddaughter named him 'Jerry' while he stayed with them for a few days before coming to live here. It didn't take long for me to decide what to name him! When my sweetheart came home from work the day the puppy arrived he was greeted at the door by this sweet little fellow. My sweetheart said, 'Hello, Jerry.' I was across the room and I thought he said 'Hello, Joey!'

'That's it,' I said with an excited voice. 'That's his name. It's the perfect name.'

'What?' my sweetheart asked.

'Joey, that's the puppy's name! It just fits him - it's right. That's what I want to name him!'

And that's how he got his name. Everyone here agrees with me - it's the right name.

Joey came home from our daughter's house in a little hooded sweater - a gift from her to him. It didn't take long for him to get the hood off his head. . .

Investigate everything. . .And get tired enough to need to stop and break.Rest - sleep. That's what he does best. Curled up in his little bed. . .Hanging out the front. . .Or wherever he gets tired.He loves to go outside. There are lots of new things to see - and smell - and hear. He's small enough that the step down from the house to the patio must seem like a giant leap! He won't try it - no siree. No way! He's afraid to try. He waits to be carried out. If I wait a bit too long, he whimpers. A pathetic, tears-at-your-heart whimper. Works every time!

Once he's outside there's no stopping him. He loves the adventure.

He's a bit reluctant when it's time to come back in. Not reluctant to step up into the house - reluctant to stop playing and come back in.But it's not long and he's back inside - ready for another nap! Oh, the life of a puppy!