Fluke


This is Fluke. We've just adopted him. Christina named him. He's 5 months old.

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Anonymous said…
Nice dog! Your daughter is cutie patootie...and so are those toes.
Holly
http://mamablogs.com/ravenrose/
5:15 PM
Sarah McBroden said…
He is a beauty and so is she. I could get lost for hours making her smile.

You are a lucky man.
3:41 AM
Mick said…
Thank you ladies!

Holly, nice to have you back!

Sarah, my daughter is gifted with a happy disposition. Getting her to smile takes very little effort. Watching her smile is the greatest joy of my life!
10:44 AM
Helen said…
Good man, Mick, for adopting an older puppy. I am so happy for you, and your baby is a real cutie pie, too :)
1:03 PM
lady godiva said…
1. you are a lucky man...beautiful smile...
2. 'fluke' great name and one darn fun fish to catch!
3. sorry - i never do a 3
3:36 PM
Beth said…
That's gonna be a great dog, Mick (and I'm sure a great daughter too, but I can't speak to that as I've only had dogs). Labs or lab mixes are smart, loving dogs who have a bunch of fun. And what a great name!

Good on you for adopting!!! I'd never buy a dog knowing there are some outstanding dogs waiting for good homes in shelters.
11:57 PM
A said…
Congrats Mick!
5:04 PM
Anonymous said…
Cute dog... cuter kid! He looks like he's going to be a handful for certain! And a lot of fun of course. :)

~Brad
http://almostlucid.com
9:14 AM
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