Logan leads the good life

I'll admit it - our dog is spoiled. I'll even admit I'm pretty much to blame. I love this dog - I can't imagine life with out Logan. In fact - my biggest worry so far with our adoption ... who will watch Logan for 2 weeks?

I didn't want to get a puppy, but after our 19-year old family cat died in 2000, Chris finally talked me into it. We found a litter of Weimaraners outside Pittsburgh - near Monroeville. I remember feeling sick the whole drive there - thinking to myself "I don't want a dog - it's too much of a commitment." We get out of the car and were greeted by the mother (Annabelle). They had 4 or 5 puppies left - and immediately 3 ran over and started nipping at our heels and pulling at my shoe strings. Chris took a liking to the one male - insisting he was going to be a "big one." Meanwhile, I had my eye on the little guy sleeping under a pallet propped up against a fence. "How about him?" I asked. Immediately Chris said "what's wrong with him? He's sleeping." Exactly I responded ... he's perfect.

We went back 3 weeks later when the puppies were 8 weeks old and picked up Logan. He's been sleeping in our bed ever since. He's a loyal and faithful companion (particularly to me) and a loving dog who, on occasion, will drive us crazy but we wouldn't trade him for the world.