Meet Buddy, our new dog. Jury's still out on this one. Some days he is entirely more trouble than he's worth. Other days, he's pretty cute. The girls love him. And he apparently loves them. Emma can't take a step anywhere in the yard alone anymore.
He's growing on me, too. Yesterday we were playing in the yard, and he was with us. Every time Emma walked out of the yard and into the field next to our property, he went nuts. He'd run at her, jump on her, grab her clothes with his teeth, and pull. She was getting madder by the minute and I was about to chain him when I had a thought. He was fine as long as she was in our yard. He obviously thinks there's something in the field she shouldn't be around. Then it hit me. We hear coyotes out there at night all the time. Sometimes they are so close to our house that I have actually heard them through the nursery monitor because they were outside Emma's window. Maybe he's just being a pain, or maybe he's smarter than I give him credit for.
