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Welcome Home, Scout!!

Scout was a wonderful Christmas present and we bought him in Powdersville, SC when he was just 5 weeks old. We really were so excited and had wanted a dog for a long time. When we got back to Charleston and figured out what our schedules were going to be like, we realized we had bitten off a little more than we could chew. Thankfully, Mr. Mike and Ms. Cindy came to our rescue and offered to help us with the little guy for a few weeks-months until things settled down a little for us. So Scout went back to Greenville when he was 6 weeks old....sad day :( We visited him a lot though so he would still remember us!

This is Scout at 8 weeks old when we went to visit him and his uncle Matt in Savannah, GA. He had gotten so big and smart! It broke our hearts to leave him again, but we knew he was in good hands with his grand-parents!

Then we were reunited again in Greenville when we went to visit with the Stanfills. I think he still remembered us and we got to play with the little guy. Yet again, we had to say goodbye for a little longer....

This weekend Scout is 11 weeks old and we decided to get him once-and-for all to be his parents. I know...it has been a long journey, but now he is back in Charleston and getting used to life with us again. We are very thankful to the elder Reeses' for all of their love, care and help raising little Scout.

Here is a picture of his first night back with us....wish us good luck as we embark on the journey of parenting!!!

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  1. AlyssaFebruary 7, 2010 at 7:30 AM

    Ryan and Anna- YAY you have a blog!!! I love the name and I love that little Scout is finally home. Tiger and Samson are going to be so excited :)

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  2. HollyFebruary 8, 2010 at 3:11 PM

    Anna! I'm so excited that y'all were finally able to bring Scout home! I hope he has been a good boy in his new house. I agree with Alyssa - Samson and Tiger will be so excited to have a new friend!

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