Meet Piper
By now you’ve read a good deal about me, gotten acquainted with my kids (in several posts such as this one), “met” my husband, and have enjoyed the entire life-story of Phelps, the frog (found here ). There remains only one member of this household that I haven’t properly introduced yet, and that is our goofy, adorable, 60-pounds-of-black-sass giant schnauzer, Piper. In honor of her “gotcha day” when we brought her home five years ago next Friday, I’ll dedicate this post to her. A little backstory first: Both my husband and I love dogs. He grew up with a chocolate lab. You’ve already received the rundown on my menagerie of pets (found in this post). We knew we wanted a family dog as soon as our kids were old enough. Once our littlest was on her feet (and less likely to crawl through puppy puddles, and able to defend herself and understand the need to be gentle) we began casually looking for a boxer mix to adopt. I’d been perusing shelte...