Who doesn’t love a puppy? Especially when it’s not yours!
Not that I’ll never have a puppy again. But they are so darned cute it’s hard to remember / easy to forget how much work they are. I have a vague memory of sleepless nights, torn up dog beds, and peed-on floors. I have a more vivid memory of chewed up baseboards since those still haven’t been fixed. But ….
Look. At. This. Face.
We got a visit today from Brimley (and Erin) … Brimley is a twelve week old Westie and cute as a button. He and Lulu got a long famously but unfortunately Otis tried to eat him. Repeatedly. I need Cesar Milan.