Things are finally settling down here at the Palmer household. The holiday guests have left, we’re both nearly recovered from being sick, and Roy’s not hopping about anymore and can start going on short walks. Time to slip into a comfortable pattern of life.

As we packed away Christmas ornaments and stockings yesterday, I was reflecting on the fun times we had this holiday. Allow me to share a few with you since I kinda skimped on the New Year’s morning cup…

Let me preface my family’s experience of Seattle by saying that Queen Anne and Seattle are good walking towns but have a lot of hills. According to my family (Ammah included) they were up for all the walking and exploring they could pack in. Ha-ha. Sorry Ammah but three blocks of the main avenue does not necessitate CPR, lol. The first day Matt surprised them by bringing them to my work instead of straight home. My boss Michelle gave them a great tour, and they got to see 140-200’ yachts in the process of being built. After that, as they begged for a hamburger I drove them to the main stretch of Queen Anne where we ate at Flame—an great hamburger joint with crayon drawings on the wall and a cashier who swapped hats to entertain my dad and I.

By then they were beat (they had gotten up at 5 and been traveling half the day) so I took them back and introduced them all to Roy Boy, and we all settled down for a winter’s nap next to the fireplace.



The next day was New Year’s Eve, and we went to Pike Place market for the first time (I think we did that day...it's all kinda a blur!) We saw the fish being tossed and all the Northwest Crafts and the mounds of fresh fruit. There was the guy on the corner playing the guitar AND harmonica with another guitar balanced on his chin (which he'd occasionally strum) and swinging TWO hula hoops around his waist! And of course the great quartet of men who sing right outside the first Starbucks. On the way back J wanted his pic with the painting of the two gnomes that at the beginning was my landmark of where to turn home. That night after a big dinner and the exchanging of our Christmas gifts we decided we were going to try to go to Kerry Park so see the fireworks at the Space Needle. We popped in the movie Ghost Town (HIGHLY recommend) and I think everyone but my brother and I fell asleep! I woke them up at 11:30 and after deciding to take Roy and have all 6 of us plus the dog get there, we piled in my 4Runner with Matt at the helm. As we turned the corner to 1st Ave that leads to Kerry Park (and remember, these are 2 way streets the width of a one way) it was completely barricaded by cars and people. No one was even looking at their watch but as we inched to the bottom of the hill we could hear the fireworks beginning. My mom, Ammah, Jeremy and I hopped out and headed into the masses as it drizzled lightly on us. What an affront to the senses! Everyone had a drink (I wondered if public drinking was actually legal here…it’s not) and a dozen other interesting and illegal smells assaulted us as we plunged into the mob fighting to see the show. Jeremiah instantly disappeared and I soon lost track of Mom and Ammah as well.

As I stood there the fireworks shot off red, white and blue and the guy behind me shouted “I LOVE AMERICA!” And another guy retorted, “Dude, it’s not the fourth of July!” Eventually Matt showed up as my dad had gotten in the driver’s seat (we weren’t going anywhere…) and I got my New Year’s kiss.

After the show died down, we all made it back to the car and sat watching the people swarm around us, some pounding on the window and shouting their Happy New Years at us. Finally we inched our way out and headed home.

The next day we did nothing. We didn’t get out of our pajamas, didn’t leave the house, nada. It was heaven! My mom, Ammah and I watched my Christmas present Little Women (the old one with June Allyson and Elizabeth Taylor…the BEST one!) and I made Market Spice tea and sugar cookies. With the fire burning and the men away or asleep it was a great ladies’ moment for us!

The next day even Ammah was ready to get out and do something. We headed to Matt’s work where we had lunch with him, then were off to Snoqualmie Falls. I wasn’t expecting much, especially it being winter. The drive out there was beautiful—picturesque farms and idyllic pastures. We followed my phone’s GPS (which can be iffy) and were weaving our way down a dirt road when we came to a wide dirt lot in the middle of the woods with one other car parked there. Taking our chances, we parked and started heading down what looked like a trail. Some signs said “Trail,” and others said “DANGER: Do not come within 100ft!” Which ones did we listen to? Oh, the trail ones. And after a cool walk along a damp and dripping boardwalk over a flowing river with the sun shining through the steam rising off the wet trees, we rounded the corner and came into view of the falls. What a surprise! Its 268 feet tall and was still flowing strong! We were all a bit stunned—no one expected such a grandiose sight as that!
This was the falls as we saw it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztZkVPvcNUg (nice touch with the Mission Soundtrack…but we saw the falls from the bottom, not the top) This is the falls after the recent floods: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exHvYi26byw

On our drive home, we got a bit more crazy WA weather as it began to hail and sleet!

Saturday—the day they left—was an absolute whirlwind. Byes to Matt and Roy as Matt was sick, off to Queen Anne Ave to explore all the shops, then down to Pike Place Market to stock up on Market Spice tea and a few more yelling tosses from the fish market, up to the flagship REI to see its amazingness, then off to the airport all before 4! Phew! The next day Matt and I definitely didn’t do anything!

Now we’re falling into the rhythm of life here in Seattle. The windy (I’m talking 60 mph sustained wind) nights and days, the rain, occasional snow, sleet, hail, and those gorgeous moments when the sky clears and you can see the snow covered mountain ranges standing like sentinels over the city.
‘Till next time…

New Year's Tidings

Hello everyone!

Just wanted to let you know that we're surviving the snow, sleet, hail, rain, floods, landslides, and avalanches! I thought it just drizzled in Seattle! What gives? Over 85 highways are closed and Seattle is an island blocked off from Portland or Vancouver or anywhere by road closures. Crrrazy!

Other than that, we enjoyed a great New Year's with my parents. I toured them around Queen Anne, Pike Place, REI, and Snoqualmie Falls...sometimes dragging Ammah by the hand as her walk would nearly come to a standstill as she stared at the surroundings. We tried to make it to Kerry Park in the car on New Year's Eve, but the traffic jam and people jam was such that we took turns walking outside to see the Space Needle light up in fireworks in the rain--maybe not the most momentous New Year's but CERTAINLY a memorable one!

Roy loved having so much company, and the day everyone went home he moped around all day...obviously depressed. Oh, but today it's officially been FOUR WEEKS since his accident and he's running around with almost no limp! God is good! I finished another round of cards sent out by Delta, and as this one took longer than the first I came up with a little poem to express the process:

There once was a girl with a large task to do

Of stuffing and sealing and labeling too

She looked at the bin full of cards to send out

And giving a sigh she tried not to pout

She stuffed and she sealed and stamped those darn cards

And her stack of completed ones grew rather large

But to her dismay her bin would not empty

For more cards came, they sure came a'plenty

Still stuffing and sealing and labeling them

She cried, "Will I ever ever ever reach the end?"

Her fingers grew sore from the sticky postage

And the papercuts added to this adage

As soon as she'd reach the bottom of the stack

She would grin as she piled them and turned her back

But lo! The bin would be full again

Oh what could she do? She was going insane!

But then she got helpers, yes her boss had come in

To stick those big labels and help fill the bin

Together they finished all twenty-six hundred

And that is the end, and I'm ready for bed!

Well, that's all the news I can send at the moment--I'll send pictures of the beautiful falls when I'm home. Happy New Year everyone!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas greetings!
It’s been a frozen week here in Seattle, and if you haven’t seen us on the news chances are you’re not watching the news! It’s been the coldest and snowiest December on record here! I left you last Thursday with Matt and I cozied up at home next to the fire and me unable to drive my car anywhere. Well its Christmas and I still haven’t moved my car! It snowed Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday! And we had more this morning and are due for more tonight! Its insane!
By last weekend I was going stir crazy so I strapped on a backpack and left Roy in his crate while walked to the grocery store. By the time I got back there was a note on the door from our neighbor who has met Roy and really liked him. He was letting me know that the whole 3 hours I was gone Roy had barked! I went with Roy to apologize, but he said he didn’t mind that much and loved on Roy, and just wanted to let me know he does NOT like that crate!
Monday came and Matt drove me to work. He’s been parking at the bottom of Queen Anne hill and walking up so he could continue driving to work. Luckily a coworker gave me a ride to the bottom of Queen Anne hill and I walked home. That street was closed, and people were actually sledding, skiing and snowboarding down it! That was only a two-mile walk, and I got some Christmas shopping done so it was nice.
Tuesday Matt dropped me off again, and I got a ride with a co-worker who dropped me off downtown as I assured her I was going to get some Christmas shopping done and could ride the bus home. The buses are clean, efficient, and the stop is just at the bottom of the street where I live.
I browsed around Pike Place Market, picking up stocking stuffers and a unique gift for Matt before heading to the bus stop. As I approached I noticed about 30 people surrounding the little stop, all looking in the direction of the coming bus. A little perturbed, I pulled my scarf higher in the freezing night air and waited for 5 minutes…10 minutes…then 20. Finally a bus came, but it was amazingly packed tight. As the bus pulled up, the throng of people I was in—by now at least 40—pushed forward in a mass to the opening doors of the bus. A few people got off, then there was a maddening jostle of bodies as people tried to squeeze themselves into the already full to capacity bus. Elbows in your side, feet sloshing in the frozen slush as we pushed forward like a reverse birth. I could swear I saw one man frothing at the mouth. As I was towards the back of the crunch, I finally gave up and made my way through the crowd and began walking.
I walked nearly 4 miles—from Downtown to Queen Anne—carrying my purchases and trying to walk fast enough to keep warm but slow enough not to slip on the packed snow and ice. It took me about an hour and a half (and yes it was uphill) and I wasn’t the only one walking. At one point a young man carrying a bouquet of Christmas flowers hurried by me at a quick pace. “How far are you going?” he asked. “Queen Anne,” I replied—this still being about 2 miles out. As he passed me I called, “Hope you’re not headed to Ballard!” (which is further north and across the bridge from Queen Anne. “Nope, Magnolia,” he called back. Poor guy—depending on where he lived in Magnolia it was anywhere from 3-7 more miles!
I was carrying my bags and my $1 mittens weren’t quite doing their job, so I figured I would get a cup of coffee to keep me warm. Wouldn’t you know it? Only ONE coffee shop my whole walk home and it was CLOSED! This is Seattle—the birthplace of coffee shops! With my scarf wrapped around my nose to keep my face relatively warm, I waddled and slid my way home. One amazing sight was walking past two gas stations with every pump CLOSED because the weather’s been so bad that gas trucks haven’t been able to get through! When I took Roy out when I got home he was more than excited, and we played in the soft untouched snow in the parking lot—us both losing our footing on the steep hill and sledding down together in a mass of wet snow and sprawling legs. He loves finding an untouched patch, pouncing in it, then hopping to another one—it’s like he’s trying to make snow angel dogs!
That night Matt’s parents, Dave and Beth, and his sister Katie got in from Groveland. This is Matt’s first Christmas with them in 3 years! We’ve stolen him away the past few times! They love our apartment and Roy, and he was more than excited to have more people in the house to love on!
The next day Matt was off, so I could drive his car to make it in to work on Christmas Eve. It was snowing/raining pretty good, but the roads were a bit clearer and the temperature was above freezing so things were thawing out. It still was an adventure—my first time driving in snow! I could feel the car’s 4 wheel drive kick in quite often as I trudged over the leftover snow packed on the streets and highways. After work I drove to the market in Ballard to load up on a ton of groceries—and let me just say that its quite the experience pushing a cart LOADED to the max with food and firewood over mushy snow and ice in the pouring rain! I was in front of the cart, dragging it like a mule when a kind man offered to help me get the last few feet to the car. Driving home I felt quite accomplished—enough so to drive through the snow to park in Matt’s usual spot for the first time in a week!
Christmas morning rolled around and I was awakened by Roy’s excited nose shoving me under the covers like a kid saying, “Get up! Get up! Its Christmas morning!” He’s never that persistent in getting me up…I think he knew he had some good treats coming! We ate Beth’s cinnamon rolls and listened to Christmas music by the fire as it rained and snowed outside. As my main Christmas present from Matt, Roy Boy had a big red bow tied around his neck and left it all day! We all opened gifts and exchanged hugs and thanks and all felt pretty spoiled. Roy opened his new toy that’s a puzzle he has to work at to get his food, and had no problem learning how to tear open a present!
Later we got dressed and headed to Sacred Heart Church for Christmas mass. The Palmers grew up Catholic to it was a little bit nostalgic for them, and a wonderful, sacred experience for me. It was great singing old Christmas carols there surrounded by beautiful stained glass windows and a ton of candles. The priest was a jolly fellow who warmly reminded us that everything we do at Christmas points to the birth and gift of Jesus, and Him being our connection with God.

Back at home we all collapsed into some state of nap or relaxing. I passed out on the floor before heading to the bed, Matt and Katie lounged around watching who knows how many episodes of The Office, and Dave beat us all by taking a sound 4 hour nap!
For Christmas dinner we feasted on ribeye roast, mashed potatoes, sautéed zucchini and mushrooms, and soft rolls. Top it off with some sugar cookies and ice cream and Christmas was complete.
We hope you all had warm, loving Christmases, and enjoy your time with your family!

Snow Day!

Here in Seattle I think the best Morning Cup would be a rich hot cocoa right now! Today was a SNOW DAY! I got up for work, looked outside and saw it falling fast and thick. Now, being a southern California girl I’ve never actually driven in snow, and had my first ice experience on Monday when it was a whole 22˚ when I tried to unlock the car and found the lock frozen shut.

Still, after taking Roy outside and watching him romp in the snow on his three legs and lick it from the trees and rocks, I tried to gather my courage and headed out the door. Turning on Matt’s car (he was off and his car has 4-wheel drive), the radio warned that it was a nightmare commute, hours to get to your destination, and “dozens” of spinouts in downtown Seattle alone! The news and police and pretty much everyone was saying “STAY HOME!” 

(People in Michigan would laugh at how Seattlites handle snow!) 

Looking at the road that leads down the hill, it was compacted and frozen snow where the few daring cars with chains on had headed down. I decided to see if I could wait it out and headed back inside.

Inside we turned on the news to see what a “bear” (in the news’ terms) all the freeways were. It was insane! We put a log on the fire, turned on the Christmas lights and after calling my work a number of times with no one picking up…decided to have a snow day! We bundled up and walked to a café for breakfast, watching the few cars out slip and slide down the hill, and a few that were actually stuck in the snow (including a bus!). We got back inside, got in our comfies and put on a movie!

After a nap I made some homemade bread while Matt looked for new Christmas songs and Roy took his 10th nap of the day. By tonight there was SEVEN inches of snow on our patio, so we headed out to build a little snowman and play in the snow! Roy is definitely a snow dog—he loves it! He ate it, laid in it, and romped in it!

That’s our latest news—the snow has stopped but the high tomorrow is 26˚ so all that compact snow is just going to stay frozen! We’ll see how the commute is tomorrow! Oh, and Roy is healing very well—he thinks he’s back to normal and romps around trying to take stairs 2 at a time, get on the bed, and run all around! It’s tough keeping him down! But he doesn’t seem to be in pain and is the same happy-go-lucky dog.

SNOW!

Well its not worth a whole venti morning cup but I thought I'd let you know that its SNOWING here! Its probably snowed over an inch and Queen Anne is blanketed in white! Its beautiful! And it didn't seem to bother Roy when we took him outside--I think he likes it! We know we do (at least until we have to drive)!

Roy came home this morning and has been hopping all over--I actually had to leash him to the couch so he wouldn't follow me around so much! In between following me around and devouring his rawhide bone, he's been taking good long naps which is really good! He's moving his foot forward when he walks and it twitches when he has doggie dreams and he was using it to stabilize his bone--showing he probably doesn't have nerve damage! He's doing great thus far and since he's my Christmas puppy he appropriately situates himself beneath the tree.

That's all our news for now--thank you all for your prayers again for our Roy Boy! Enjoy this CHRISTmas season!

December 11th

Well it has been a heck of a week. First, let me underline the fact that I’ve had a cold/bronchitis since Thanksgiving, and have been hacking my lungs out.

Second, on Thursday morning Roy broke loose from his leash AND collar to bolt after a pug across the street and got hit by a car. I saw it happen as I stood there with his broken collar in my hand, and I have to say that’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever seen. 

The car braked but still hit him, and Roy skidded across the pavement twitching and convulsing and snapping at the air. I ran to him and in his panicked state he bit my hand, but two seconds later he was completely calm and still. Thank God I wasn’t freaking out right then. I kept my head and instantly checked his spine and major bones, and made sure nothing was protruding and he didn’t have any major open wounds while talking soothingly to him. He only had a few minor scratched, but he wouldn’t stand on his front left leg. The moment the car hit him nature had kicked in and his hind part was completely wet and soiled.

The woman who had been walking the pug yelled, “Do you want me to call a vet?” and I said yes. The man who had been driving the car got out and just felt awful, but I assured him that his collar broke and it was not his fault. I was about two blocks away from our apartment, and once I got Roy to stand a bit I lifted all 80 pounds of him and began to carry him back. I had to stop and put him down a couple of times, and made it to the door of the apartment when my arms told me I couldn’t go any further (80 lbs is a lot of dead weight for a girl that doesn’t work out! That’s two full bags of dog food!). Thank God the woman with the pug came and found me (without the pug) and told me what vet she called, and offered to stay with him while I went and got Matt.

As we took him in, he never whined or whimpered but was totally calm and submissive. The vet came out and handed us a list of things they wanted to do for him and the total came to almost $800! At that point, of course, we signed—but Matt being the logical one was already looking in the future. What if he needed surgery or more? 

I didn’t start crying until I had ran into the apartment and got Matt, but I didn’t stop crying until I went to sleep that night.

The first report was that he may have nerve damage, and needed an MRI, and had a broken shoulder which would require surgery. He also potentially had damaged his liver and lungs. We were potentially looking at costs of $4-6,000 or more. December 11th was probably one of the longest and hardest days I’ve ever experienced.

 I know we had only had him for a short period, but I was definitely attached to him and him to me. I couldn’t take three steps without him moving with me and plopping down with a happy sigh on my feet. But the reality was if we couldn’t afford to take care of him, we’d have to put him down. We went home and I put my bloody and soiled clothes in the washing machine, and Matt and I crawled into bed and just lay there, praying (and I crying).

After work I went to visit him, and he was happy as a lark when he saw me. He was in a kennel near the floor and hooked up to an IV, but when I opened the door and sat down he wiggled his way over until his head was buried in my lap and his tail was thumping happily. 

I had to figure out how to get him back inside when I left, and then he was standing up and trying to follow me out. The thought that we might have to put him down because of finances absolutely made me sick. After I left, I couldn’t eat anything and went home and just got in bed and cried myself to sleep. I cried so hard my face hurt. 

When Matt got home we talked (I cried) about it, and we knew this was a trial in our marriage—we do have different views on dogs. He sees them as pets and I see them as companions, and there’s nothing wrong with either view. But we don’t have that much money, and to put ourselves that much deeper into debt over an animal was a hard thing for Matt to swallow. 

We finally came to the conclusion of a price limit—I know it’s harsh but that’s what we had to do to be unified and on the same page. We were even looking up financial aid for pets online. The irony is we were going to sign him up for pet insurance that day. I know animals are just that—animals, but they’re God’s creatures too, and it made me physically sick that a dog that was so happy and full of life might have that taken away because of finances. All we could do was pray hard for a miracle and wait until morning.

Morning came and as I moved to get out of bed my body absolutely yelled in pain. All my muscles—my biceps, quads, back—everything had been strained to the max when I carried him that far, and the adrenaline didn’t quit until night and then holy moly! I’ll never be so glad to get in an Epsom salt bath as I will be tonight!

Around 9:30 the vet called, and as it turned out he didn’t need a MRI, had feeling in his foot, and may not even require surgery. Now this vet has absolutely given us a run for our money--$50 to take his blood pressure? With a machine? (I testily told the assistant that I could have done that myself with a second hand watch) $40 to clean each little scrape he had?! It was ridiculous! So I flat out explained that him needing the surgery or not was a matter of his life...and I did it all without crying and very firmly. He said he would call when he heard back from the orthopedic surgeon who was looking at the X-rays.

This ray of hope was almost too much to bear. I steeled myself for the worst and waited for six long hours before calling again. Well, my friends, God still does work miracles. The surgeon thought that surgery wouldn’t really benefit him, and the best thing for him would be house arrest and rest! Their only concern was that his heart might be bruised, and so they needed to keep him one more night and run an EKG on him. But, they hadn’t heard anything negative so far, and said we could most likely take him home tomorrow (Saturday)! When I asked what the full total was, it was less than half our agreed limit.

I went tonight to see him again and this time they had me wait in a room—then here he comes hopping on three legs with his tail wagging—my Roy Boy. His whole body was wriggling so hard I was amazed he could still stand on just the three legs! The vet assistant left me alone with him and I sat in the middle of the room as he hopped in a circle around me like he was saying, “Look mama! I can walk!” I grabbed his ears and snuggled his face calling him a big showoff, and he just licked me from my nose to my hair giving me an attractive cowlick. 

Then he settled down for a good long face rub with his eyes half closed and his tail smacking the door and the drawers on the wall like a metronome. He has a little cough but they said that will heal in time, and he’s even trying to move his foot forward when he walks which shows that there’s probably not any nerve damage!

We’ll most likely bring him home tomorrow, and then comes the huge task of keeping a 2 year old lab who likes to follow you everywhere laying down most of the time for the next 6-8 weeks. I bought a crate tonight, along with a plethora of bones and a soft cuddly toy (can you blame me?) in order to keep him in one place, and when we’re not there have a hard bone to keep his attention for a good period of time. I also bought a strong training collar for when we’re outside—even with a broken shoulder I still don’t trust him! Yesterday as he was in my lap another pug at the vet was being walked by and he tried to go to it! Crazy dog…you think he’d have learned to stay away from pugs.

So that’s my Christmas miracle. 

I told Matt to just tie a big red bow on him come Christmas Eve ‘cause that’s all the gift I wanted! 

Please keep him in your prayers as he’ll still be recovering, and that he won’t need any further medical attention. Pray we learn how best to handle keeping him down and calm, and that he takes to the crate well. Pray for us to have patience with him, and that he heals up fully so he can go hiking and backpacking with us like we so want a dog to do that with. He’s definitely got the energy!

And if you think God doesn’t care about animals guess again—I believe this was nothing short of a miracle and a blessing from God for us.

Roy Boy

We would like to introduce you to the newest member of our family

Roy

Roy, or "Roy Boy," is a 2-year old chocolate lab who was picked up as a stray over a month ago. We found him at the Seattle Animal Shelter, where when I put my hand in through the gate and he fell on it like a long lost friend it was love at first sight. He's a VERY happy dog, and we chose his name for a couple of reasons. 1) the name he had at the shelter was Rollo--like the candy--so its an easy switch (he already knows it!) 2) its my dad's middle name, and he's one of the happiest people we know, and 3) it means king, and doesn't he look handsome and noble?

Matt and I both took him out, and from the get go it was like he was our dog. He completely ignored the shelter workers' commands, but when Matt called him or we told him to sit we instantly had his focus and obedience. We only got to spend 20 minutes with him the first night, and they had him written up like some wacky wild dog but even in the short time we had him we could see what a gem he was. Friday we went in and after playing with him a bit longer, we decided he was the dog for us. He calmed down for us, responded and loved both of us, and just seemed to "fit," as Matt says. We signed the papers, got his license, but sadly we have to wait until Monday after he's been neutered to take him home.

You know me, the minute we signed the papers I was off to Petco and got a doggie bed and all other necessary items, and then I went back to the shelter just to play with him some more.

What a smart dog he is! The first night we threw a tennis ball and he looked at it like, "yeah...what do you want me to do?" So I went and got him a rope toy and within 5 minutes had him playing tug-of-war, he learned "drop it," and learned to fetch and bring it back for more play.

Today they let me take him home to the apartment for a few hours to get him used to his new home, and you have never seen a happier dog! He came in and sniffed out everything, found his bed and BOY was he in hog heaven! He rolled on his back with all four legs spread and the biggest doggie smile on his face while I rubbed his belly and let out a huge sigh.

He learned to walk on a leash better, learned "stay," "down," where to go when I said "bed," and I only had to tell him once not to do something and he wouldn't try it again. I swear in a week he'll be pushing our elevator buttons and carrying our mail! I don't know why they had him as a wild dog cause he was nothin but a snuggle-bumpkin with me for the whole time we were home!

When Matt got home I thought he was going to break his backbone or tail or something his whole BODY was wagging so hard! We sat down and he just went back and forth between us like it was too good to be true that we were both there and he had a place of his own. After he got his love fill he went to his bed and plopped down and went right to sleep.

I can't tell you how hard it was for us to take him back to the shelter that night! But we'll go back tomorrow and love on him some more, and Monday after his surgery Matt will bring him home FOR GOOD! No more crazy dog-barking-constantly shelters! He's home with me healing up from his surgery and I'm getting over bronchitis so we're couch potato buddies!Welcome to the family Roy!



If you're thinking of getting a dog for your apartment, here's an article I wrote from all the research we did looking for our Roy - The Best Dog Breeds For Apartments.