A year ago and a few days, my breeder met my Dad in Eau Claire, MN at a McDonald's of all places to get me. I was 12 weeks old. In Kansas, my new mom and new sis were anxious for me to arrive. As soon as we got in the car (my dad and I), I started barking. It was a loud shrieking bark and I carried on for 30 minutes before I tired out. My dad had second thoughts about the decision to get a dog. We arrived in Kansas at 12 a.m. that Friday night after lots of potty breaks and I was terrified when my mom opened the car door to say hello to me. I even growled at her and wet my kennel in horror. I barked a lot that night too. Here are some pictures of me from my first days in Kansas. I wonder if my puppy siblings would remember me if we were to meet again. It has been so long since we've seen each other.
