Meet Huckleberry

In my new little family we have yours truly and Dudley of course, and you probably remember Lucy, the yellow wonder dog, but I don't believe I've ever properly introduced Huckleberry. So, without further ado, meet Huckleberry!

Otherwise known as Dudley's wingman -- his counterpart to Lucy, if you will. It's actually my fault that Huckleberry is part of our family. You see, when Dudley and I first started dating, he lived in Fort Worth and I lived in Houston. One weekend I went to Fort Worth to visit Dudley and we took his family's dogs to the park. When we got there, I noticed an adorable puppy playing with another dog and his owners. Well, this puppy ran up to say hi, and of course, everyone loves a puppy, but as I was cuddling this fluffy little thing, the other dogs owners told us the puppy wasn't theirs, and it'd been at the park since they arrived. Uh oh. 

So, Dudley suggested we call the little guy Huckleberry because he was just like Huckleberry Finn (this park is on the Trinity River), off on a great adventure and loving every minute of it. We knocked on every door looking for the lost puppy's home, because who would ever abandon such a sweet puppy, but no one knew anything about the little guy. I went back to Houston after the weekend was over, and Dudley spent the next three months trying to find him a good home. But, as you can see, Huckleberry is still in the picture and we are ever so thankful because he's the sweetest little black-nose-curly-tailed-brown dog you'll ever find. 

Now, I adore Huckleberry, and I love my little family, but this guy is a rascal and a half. We're not sure what sort of blend of dog he is, but he definitely has a hound dog nose, and he will follow a scent to the exclusion of everything else around him -- including me yelling my fool head off. But he's also very soft, and he loves a good cuddle. 

So there you have it, the missing piece of my little family. Oh, and did I mention that Huckleberry is what Dudley calls a "kitchen hound" -- he loves to be in the kitchen with me. Dudley spends most of his time when he gets home from work keeping the dogs OUT of the kitchen while I'm making dinner. In addition to the kitchen floor and following his nose, Hucklberry loves: car rides (seriously one of his favorite things in the WORLD), dead animal carcasses (we have a lot of crazy things like deer and raccoon carcasses up here) for eating or rolling -- GROSS, soft piles of blankets all around and over him for napping, property acquisition (you know, walks) and sunny weather. He hates thunder and loud noises of any kind. They make him put his curly tail down. 

Now Huckleberry has officially been introduced, and you better believe he's a big part of Life After Singleton. Dudley often proclaims that the dogs rule our lives, and they do, but they're worth it!