Thats My Boy.

In my family, ownership of dogs went by seniority. Pipi, was Jordans, as he was the oldest kid. Graham got the second dog, Imzadi. And Ian was the last to get a dog, Lucy. There were some family... issues, that prevented me from getting a dog myself. After the dust settled with that, a good friend of mine gave me one of her dogs, Tug, and was soon stolen from my possession by my mother. I would like to state that if YOU always had a pocket full of dog treats, they would love you more too. Im teasing mom, laugh. Luckily, Becci happened to have two more litters of puppies, and I got to choose one of those. Thirteen puppies. I knew which one I wanted in thirty seconds.

Bailey. He is my very handsome, pure bred Red Tri Australian Shepherd. Cute as could be, and as happy as he could be with his tubby little belly, asleep. Solid red with a tiny little white stripe on his neck. I picked him up and put him to my face, and he licked my nose with the sweetest puppy breath ever. I picked him at twelve hours old, and he has been my baby boy ever since. I will be the first to admit it that he is spoiled rotten. But no matter what I do, no matter what mood I am in, there is nothing better than coming home to him sitting at the door waiting for me. His little nub wagging so hard that it travels to his poofy butt, up his back, and soon is wiggling his whole body just for me to pet him. He has the most loving personality, and all he ever wants is to lay at my feet and let me pet him. He is there when I need to just cry. He is my boy. I wouldnt trade him for the world. He even models for me. This is Beatle Bailey Boo. Enjoy.