My Cousins NEW Dog

On Friday me, my dad, my brother and my dads really good friend Erik(Other known as Uncle Erik) all went to the farm for a belated thanksgiving dinner. My cousin Amanda was cooking the dinner because she is a really good cook. When I walked in the house I heard people talking in baby voices, like there was a puppy somewhere. I knew it had to be a puppy because no one talks to Zoe (13 in human years) An Gigi (I am not sure how old, but not as old as Zoe) So what I am saying is no one ever baby~talks them. So I went into the kitchen and there was a puppy! And adorable mix of somthing and german sheperd. Only about 5 months old. His name is Ruger (how to pronounce: roo-grr) We took him outside so he could meet my dog that is a year old and 100lb. Buddy (my dog) was being rude to the puppy, well I mean he was just trying to play but he is way to big. Later that night I was sad my cousing Amanda had to leave but she had to get home because she has two other dogs besides Ruger, a st. brenard and a mix of something. Three dogs, that is a lot to handle. At least that is what I think.