The puppies are now gone. One was stolen. The one I probably was going to take home with me. I need another dog like I need another hole in my head but they were so cute and sweet. These dogs are truly the best little lap dogs. Maybe not so little but they love love love laying on you. Loving on you.
They also have two big Boxers. They are the sweetest dogs ever. They even tolerate Oliver humping their legs. It isn’t like he would ever reach that territory. And one is a male. They lay on my feet and come up to me to be petted. The only things I don’t like about them is stepping on my feet, I wear flip flops a lot, and that slobber….ewwww. The other night a violent storm came up and I was swamped suddenly by all the dogs. You should have seen it before the three puppies were gone. I wish Baby Girl had taken a picture. I was sleeping on the sofa and they were all on me. Except the Boxers. They were beside the sofa.
And the way Sugar has been laying around the last few days she may be pregnant. Which means more puppies. Which means I probably won’t be able to resist.