Pepper

Meet Pepper.

Pepper is a cavapoo. That means he is half cavalier king charles spaniel and half poodle. They say that it is a wonderful breed because their temperament is more like the cavalier but their hair is hypoallergenic like the poodle. One of these is true about our dog Pepper.

I am a huge animal lover but Andrew is not so much. We have gone the "Puppy pound" route before and it didn't end well. (I will blog about that one day.) The expense of a rescue paired with the weird mannerisms was too much for Andrew. Maybe later in life we can but right now we need a fur baby that will be great with kids, not jumpy, and is fairly low maintenance. Baby steps people.

This go-round we wanted the chance to start with a dog from the beginning. How hard can it be? So we found a breeder in Missouri and my parents were even on board to get another puppy from the litter after they lost their amazing dog. Long story short, we had these dogs flown in.

Cute right?!

Baxter and my brother

Even Andrew couldn't resist

Fast forward to today. We have had Pepper over a year now. He has been to "boarding school" and sometimes has follow-up visits but we all need a little work don't we? This about sums him up:

Never leave toys unattended on the floor. For one second. He will go all stealth mode and shred whatever precious item that was into a million pieces without you even realizing it.

He can make socks ninja vanish. Even if they were on your feet.

If a paci falls on the floor, it is fair game. He will eat the entire thing and then poop out "crystals" later. We have seen this many times.

Because my dad and husband are brilliant (I believe that is the exact word Andrew used) and cut holes in the fence so the lawn mower would fit through perfectly, Pepper cannot be left unattended in the back yard. He may end up INSIDE the neighbors house at 7 am on a Saturday. True story.

Without Pepper there would be no one left to clean up after Elle. He cleans up food waste that she hurls down from her high chair, licks up spilled drinks, and he is even helping wean her from the paci. (Pretty soon there will be none left.)

We love him dearly. He provides a lot of laughs (and even sometimes tears) to our house that clearly needs more action. Let me point you to the title of my blog: One Day Closer to Crazy. Because that's what we are...