And here we go again...

For the love.  Yes, it's true, I agreed to get another dog.  I told Aaron if he could find a dog that would strictly be an outdoor dog, wouldn't bark, and did not need love and attention (I'm such a mean dog owner) then he could get another dog.  I know it sounds heartless, but lets face it - I have a new baby, I'm still not totally unpacked (going on 4 months now - very pathetic), we're going on 3 days without me doing any laundry and the clean dishes in the dishwasher are now dirty in the sink and never actually made it back to the cupboards first.  The last thing I have time for is to go outside and play with a dog.  So with the new stipulations, Aaron began his research.  It took him two days, but he finally found what he feels will be the perfect dog...may we all give a big hello, to Dan the dog.



Dan's owner was closing down his outfitting company where he outfits hunters with trained dogs.  Dan is an English Pointer and is 9-years old.  He's trained to not bark or howl as it would scare away the game.  He's lived his whole life outside in a kennel, so he's used to being outdoors and doesn't need a lot of attention...my kind of dog.

Noah seems to like him and so far he's been a pretty good dog.




He comes with a collar that has a beep setting and a shock setting.  If Dan gets too far away from us we hit a button on a remote and the collar will make a high beep sound, to which Dan will know to come right back.  The only reason he thinks we'll need the collar is because we're new to Dan and it will take a few weeks for him to know our voices and recognize us as his new owners.  Once that's accomplished I'm thinking this collar is a great idea for kids.

The other day Noah took off in the library and I couldn't find him anywhere.  It got to the point where I was actually getting really worried.  If I would have had the collar on him - I could have pressed the button, beeping sounds would emit, and Noah comes right back.  I'm thinking this is a much better plan then me running all over the library in a panic yelling for him.  I figure it's worth a try, until Social Services come knocking on my door.  But with my I.M.A. card - I figure they'll let me go with a warning.