Sunday, April 15, 2007

Huckleberry's partner.... a little girl named Zoe.
When we got home from the hospital we knew that we were going to have to introduce the spazchow softly and carefully. Not that he has a temper or anything. He's a gentle soul, not aggressive at all. There is a reason why Goldens are America's favorite dog, you know.
I picked him up from casa Rutherford where he had been playing with his best friends, a pair of Jack Russells named Shenanigans and Doctor Doom. Doom is the leader of that pack. And the smallest. It's hysterical to watch because Huck outweighs them 64 pounds to 1 and yet, Doom can outsmart his oafishness every time.
I brought a blanket and hat that Zoe had been wearing in Hospital and showed it to Huck. He immediately thought it was a chew toy. But a quick "no" stopped that. And then I wrapped him in the blanket and kept telling him "Good Zoe."
Then off to home.
Huck has changed. Oh, he still burst through the front door like a bat out of hell and cried and whined with excitement when he saw Beth but everything seemed to stop when he got a whiff of the Zoester. He turned quizzical, quiet, soft, even more gentle. Like he just knew.
A few days later I was in the living room with Beth's mom, Gail, a sleeping Zoe and a resting Huckleberry. As is her wont, Zoe is just now trying out her new bowels. Pushing through that golden mother's milk is not an easy task and it hurts sometimes. So she cries. But it isn't real crying, it's just the frustrated and painful wail of someone trying to crap for the first few times in her life.
But, Huck shot up when he heard the cries. Without hesitation he headed straight to the bedroom and walked up to Beth, who was napping, as if to say, "Um, the baby is crying and you need to feed her. Now."
He is very conscious of her and how important she is. He doesn't seem jealous in the least. It's beautiful. Today he was cuddling with her after I changed her diaper.

Tomorrow we take her to her pediatrician for her first follow up. Mainly to check her weight and to make sure she's getting enough. And, also so she can finally meet her doc.

She also had her second bath and enjoyed some great tummy time basking in the sun on the counter of our new kitchen. This is the only picture I feel comfortable posting, since the net is filled with pervy a-holes who would steal the pic and sell it in Norway or something.

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