While my Mom's taking a nap, I thought I would apply paw to paper and write a blog on Mom's website. I enjoy lying at her feet while she writes, but wanted to try if I could get more readers than she has had! Please share this with your other humans so they can read this blog, too!
My name is Reese and I just turned nine months old. I am a Boykin Spaniel and I was adopted by my humans from 10 other littermates. When I first came to be with my humans, my birth-mother had quit nursing all of us! At that time we were all just one month old! I was VERY hungry when I arrived at my new home.
At first, my new humans fed me with a little bottle and some store-bought puppy formula. I slept and ate a LOT that first week, because it's tough, being one of 11 puppies, and my birth-mother only had eight teats, which my humans called "feeding stations."
I was tired the first week with my new humans, due to having just spent a month of constantly fighting to get to a feeding station, and then always trying to find a free area in the garage that wasn't already taken up by my brothers and sisters--that took a lot of energy.
After the first week, though, I began to explore my new home. I live with my biological dad, who is also a Boykin Spaniel, like my birth-mother. My new humans said that they got me so I could help my dad, Dutch, hunt. I don't know what "hunt" is, but I know he seems to like it a lot, so I'm looking forward to learning all about this "hunt." My new humans say they will teach me to go after duck, dove, pheasant, quail and even goose. I don't know what any of these things are, but it all sounds like fun.
I have now topped off, they tell me, at 26 pounds. I'm small and have a small delicate, unlike my dad. Dutch weighs 40 pounds, and he's very strong and athletically-built. I'm more like my birth-mother. She's petite and, like me, has a high-pitched bark, which seems to annoy my new humans whenever I bark.
My favorite things to do right now include going for car-rides, swim, fetch a ball, and eat! I also enjoy annoying Dutch. I will run and bite him on the face and, since I'm the baby, he can't do anything about it! My humans tell me that one day Dutch will get me back, but I am enjoying being "the puppy" for now.
My birthday is coming up. They tell me it's Thanksgiving Day that I will be a year old. I'm looking forward to enjoying my birthday since I've never had one.
Oh my gosh! Mom's waking up! She's coming toward the computer and calling me by my other name, which is "no-Reese-no"! So I have to "paws" for now.