Have you met Kojo?
Kojo is my second child.
And I am his adopted mother.
So I guess that would make him my dogson.
Not Dachshund. But dogson.
My dog that I consider my son.
Dogson.
Dogson is a new word of mine and I can't wait to use it!
Random stranger: Your dog is so cute!
Me: Thanks! He's my dogson, Kojo.
Random stranger: (puzzled look) He doesn't look like a dachshund.
Me: He's not, silly! He's an Irish Wolfhound and Lab mix.
And I am his adopted mother.
So I guess that would make him my dogson.
Not Dachshund. But dogson.
My dog that I consider my son.
Dogson.
Dogson is a new word of mine and I can't wait to use it!
Random stranger: Your dog is so cute!
Me: Thanks! He's my dogson, Kojo.
Random stranger: (puzzled look) He doesn't look like a dachshund.
Me: He's not, silly! He's an Irish Wolfhound and Lab mix.
If you were to meet Kojo, you may think he's perhaps a little weird.
He's just not your typical dog.
I still consider him my other baby.
Why?
Because of moments like this
How lucky am I? Not only do I have an awesome dog, but Jaxsen has a playmate that I didn't have to carry for 9 months. I consider that pretty darn lucky.
So cute.
It's a love/hate thing though. 2 seconds later and she's beating the crap out of him.
XOXO,
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