Somehow I missed introducing you to the newest member of the Wienold Family…. Gunnison (or generally “Gunny” or “Get off that” or “Stop Chewing that”… he answers to most of those).
The house was pretty empty after losing Luna in January. Not only did we need another friend around, but Angus was showing signs of depression after the loss. He had obviously been a part of a sizable pack for all of his life and he found himself alone for the first time ever.
The quest began for a new pup which met the following qualifications: No puppies (must be at least 2), medium to large, prefer a female. Fail, Fail, Fail. Gunny checked none of those boxes but he just seemed like the right fit. He was around 9 months old, relatively small for us and incredible ball of energy. So far he’s proven to still be the right fit for us. He loves traveling with us (he went on all our trips this year), loves running and playing with Angus and best of all… he put’s up with Ethan’s shit, which there’s a lot.
