Family Connections

It makes me sad that so many of my fellow pooches don't know where they came from, and never meet up with their relatives. As I approach my eleventh birthday, I like to think about all the relatives I have met since I crossed the (Pacific) pond to the USA.

The first relative I met was my Uncle Charlie Brown. He's a big, brown, handsome guy, and was my Dad's half-brother. Uncle Charlie is about a year older than I am, and he taught me all sorts of things that a young doodle needed to know, like how to play 'chase me.' 

He was a very thoughtful teacher and sometimes let me catch him and wrestle him to the ground

I was reunited with one of my litter mates, Moccasin, shortly after we both arrived in SoCal. It didn't take us very long to become reacquainted. We had a great time wrestling together in my yard.

I was a perfect host and let Moccasin pin me first

Then it was my turn

After we had calmed down, our folks took us for a walk. I loved showing off my Bro' at Powerhouse Park, even though he wouldn't sit still for our picture

Moccasin and I had another reunion a few months later, when I introduced him to Daphne, my first and only true love. 

He tried to make time with her

But she let him know in no uncertain terms that she was already spoken for

I'm proud to say that Daphne and I are still an item. She came to visit me a few weeks ago, and brought her kid sister - my niece Chloe - along for the ride.

My beautiful Daphne

Daphne and me, rekindling our romance

This is Chloe. Can you see the family resemblance?

I'll have more stories about my furry and human family members in future posts.

Wags 'n' slurps,
Quintzy