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It’s difficult to tell how much the horses grasp the variety of things I find myself trying to say to them. Yesterday I decided to give them a little warning about the pending arrival of a new dog who will be living on the property.

Swings behaved as though she just didn’t want to hear it.

Light remained entirely indifferent to my words.

Mia didn’t look away but she didn’t seem happy to hear anything I had to say.

Mix was too preoccupied with finishing her dinner to participate in my attempts at communicating news about Ash.

Cyndie and I were talking about what nicknames might evolve from such a short name as Ash. One way to play with a name that is too short to trim into a nickname is to lengthen it instead. Our son, Julian, suggested “Ashford.” We like that a lot. Cyndie is prone to adding “bert,” as in Dogbert. Ashbert? I’m okay saying that.

I have come up with Asher. That’s one that we both feel could work for us. We just need to find out what the pup thinks about it.

A little research last night has us thinking the mix of breeds that visually matches his features and coloring are German Shepherd, Labrador Retriever, and/or Rottweiler. The mash of breed names becomes Sheprador based on the images Cyndie found that looked most similar to Ash.

All our wondering about what is to come will soon be replaced by real experiences. Today is the beginning of our next adventure of having a new dog. Huzzah!

Bark! Bark!

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