Spur!

So... we got a dog. I had brought it up in passing a week or two ago. We thought it was a good idea, then we talked ourselves out of it (as recently as two days ago), but here we are! He's a "Cavapoo": half Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and half poodle. He won't get larger than 15 pounds. After soliciting names from our junior highers at youth group tonight (all the finalists actually came from our volunteer peers: Humphrey, Tobit, and Frances), we decide on Spur. Because we like the Spurs, we're Texan, he was a semi-spur-of-the-moment purchase, and he's spunky... like a spur?

Kyle's determined to make him a hunting dog.

I think he and his cousin Maddie will get along peachy keen.

After bringing him home, we (almost immediately) had to go to youth group, so we put him in his kennel (his breeder had been crate-training him, so we were continuing the habit). When we got home, this was the scene. Think he likes the crate training? Haha!

What a cutie!

He liked my bubble gum :)

Spurrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Things Spur likes: socks (more than real toys), feet, our dining table chairs, chewing, our Bevo rug, and cavorting.
Things Spur doesn't like: his leash, newspaper in the kennel, tile floors, and cracks in the sidewalk.