Phoebe. Or Chloe, we haven't entirely decided. We picked her up from the breeders last night. Deciding which one was tough. There were some adorable little boys with colouring more like beanies, but I really wanted a girl so that I wasn't out numbered with three boys in the house and little old me.
This is a shot of her at the breeders with Dad:
Frank was not impressed with seeing another dog in Dad's arms, but we are hoping that gets better. Below is her first bath. She was a little bit car sick from the drive home so we cleaned her up before bed.
She does have a tail, she just likes to tuck it under her.
Stoph took them to work today like a good dad would. She was a hit at the office.
It was actually sad picking her up last night. It makes losing beans that much more final. But Frankie needs a buddy. And so do we.
Welcome to the family little girl.