Early in our marriage we were going to get two dogs and a cat. They're names would be Emma, Abby and Jo. I can't remember why, but we only got one dog and called her Emma. Twelve years later when we were looking for another dog, Sam came home with us. She just didn't look like an Abby or Jo, and the name Sam fit her well.
Sam was just eight weeks old when we brought her home, and after three months I said I'd never get another puppy. Of course, I was working then, so the loss of sleep was difficult. With retirement brought new opportunity.
So the names Abby and Jo have been playing in my head for many years, and my heart desired two puppies. Labrador Retrievers were my second choice, with Golden Retrievers being first. But they were out of our reach, so I found these two sisters from a breeder in Bird-In-Hand.
Abby, with the red harness, is aggressive and loud. Jo, with the green harness, is calm and quiet, although we've seen her do her fair share of attacking as they play! At 12 weeks I can hardly pick one up. Their paws are huge and they look healthy and strong. I love the snap below of Jo chasing Abby. Note Abby's eyes. They look terror filled and she was moving!
March brings my 65th birthday. I not only got Medicare, but I got two sweet puppies to love and enjoy. Now that's a gift!
Below are some snaps from the beautiful snowfall on Monday. Abby and Jo loved it!