Jon Snow came home with me on December 30th, 2016. I’ve taken in a couple of strays in the past, but this is the first time I ever make a life-long commitment to raising a dog from puppyhood. I’d watched “The Dog Whisperer” many times, and considered myself somewhat knowledgeable about dog rearing. Jon Snow would make quick work of dismantling those delusions. But in the very beginning, all I cared about was this adorable, happy, adorable little luv bug.
I wrote this entry on DEC 31, 2016:
Last night was Jon Snow’s first night in my home. I had to decide if I would make him sleep in the crate or let him on the bed with me. I don’t want to get him into bad habits. So I compromised and put his bed from the crate onto the bottom of my bed. Before long he had slid out of his bed onto my bed. A little later into the night his head was down by my feet alongside my legs. Yet later in the night, I found him spooning inside my chest with his little head tucked underneath my chin. I’m totally in love. <3
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