The Oldest

Times have changed for our Traveler, the first and oldest child. We picked up this pitiful little puppy from a rescue agency almost 10 years ago.  Still recovering from massive malnutrition and rickets in his front legs, the little border mix was our first experiment in parenting.  Then the boy arrived.  Then two girls.  Another dog.  A bunny.  Chickens. More bunnies.

I think after the twins, Trav's not surprised at what I bring home anymore.  I watch him sitting up on the hill surveying all the madness and figure that he's probably okay with not being the only child anymore. At least I hope so.