
Ethan was born August 23, 1997. He was a teeny furball when he joined our family, and clung to his grandma Missy, who is no longer with us.
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His first autumn he loved playing with the falling leaves, and often brought one into the house as a toy. |
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![]() Ethan discovered snow his first winter--and loved it! He played with snowballs and tunneled into snowdrifts. |
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![]() A typical puppy, Ethan loves his toys and frequently uses them for pillows. He also loves to eat, and assumes that he's human so he can join us at the table. |
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![]() As he matured, the little furball grew into a long-legged pup. |
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![]() Life is full of tough breaks; Ethan spent most of his first year healing from one. While reaching for a toy, he fell off the bed and broke both bones in his right arm. Over the next 8 months he had multiple surgeries and many casts. He quickly adapted to having a cast on his arm, often using it as a club to get your attention. Ouch! By the time he got his last cast, he'd had enough and just wanted it to be over. His surgeon did a great job of getting his bones to heal while they grew, so you'd never know today that he broke them. |
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Copyright 1996 Barbara Spear