A Tiny Pup Who Stole a Heart in an Instant
When Erin first met Ducky, he was nothing more than a tiny bundle of dark, velvety fluff with eyes that seemed far too curious for such a small body.
He toddled toward her with soft little steps, as if he already knew she would be the one to take him home. From the moment he curled up in her hands at just eight weeks old, Ducky became her constant companion—her shadow, her spark, her quiet slice of joy.
As Ducky grew, Erin noticed something charming happening to his coat. The deep charcoal shade slowly shifted into a soft, muted gray-beige she affectionately called “greige.”
That color became part of his identity, a shade friends and neighbors began recognizing long before they saw his little face.