I went down to New Kent to see some pups that a woman had living next door to my friend Ellen Spell. She had said they were collie mixes. Well when we walked up they obviously were not collies because they were all dark black. Two had tan markings on them. They were all male. So precious. Of course I brought one home on a trial basis. (Yeah right I know you are thinking) Well so was I. But I had to see how he and my sweet baby Jackson would get along.
Jackson wasn't too happy. He growled and the puppy yelped. I knew his name would be Cody before I even left the yard. Had to keep my Wyoming names going. So Cody it was! It fits him. I let him sleep in my bed so he wouldn't cry. And we got along just fine.
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