(insert pouty face)
Aren’t they humungoid now? Puppies grow obscenely fast.
Charlie, the heartbreaker
Lucy, Diva in a puppy suit!
The coveted, but adopted, Patty
Her mother’s daughter, Sally.
“Eff-You Camera” Schroeder.
And the irrepressible Spike AKA Mr Personality!
For some reason, I completely forgot to take photos of Franklin (adopted), so I’ll give you a second helping of Spike.
Gah. The cute. It’s too much!!
But I guess it’s a good thing I left my heart in Surrey, cuz that’s where I’m moving at the end of the month!
What do you think of that Rivet?
Meh. I can cover my nose with my tongue.
Miss Maeven was a little more excited for me, at least. Of course, Maeve is excited about *everything*
But I don’t think Maeve will be coming with us. For this, you can blame Linda, mostly because it makes her feel guilty ;-)
As much as I adore her sunny personality and enthusiasm, and her simply adorable face, Maeve is built like a tube with 4 ramrod pistons for legs. She is a lovely dog, but she’s not put together for the rigours of agility. Ten acres doesn’t equal ten dogs, and my 4th and last addition has got to be able to play with me for a long time. It breaks my heart – I mean, it shatters it in a million pieces, you’ve no idea how much – but I just don’t think I can keep her. She deserves someone who won’t be disappointed that she can’t be a sporty partner.
OTOH, today I hate agility so much that I might be inclined to change my mind. Again.
I guess every dog comes into your life for a reason. Perhaps Maeve came into mine so that I learn the valuable lesson of letting go of what I think I want, and holding out for what I know I want. Either that, or the universe is a big mean bastard with a sick sense of humour.
Fortunately, I have Tweed to lighten my pissy mood.