We love puppies. Puppies of all size, shape, and age. Every dog is a puppy in my book.
Here’s our puppy:
She’s a little sweetheart. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. But…she’s also a scared-y cat. A few weeks ago, we were dogsitting my friend Shannon’s puppy, Tobi. Tobi is a 60-pound beast, but he’s also a real sweetheart. He just wanted to play with Nani, but Nani was so scared. She climbed up to the highest point on the couch to stay away from him. Poor, Tobi.
Earlier this week, we dogsat another friend’s puppy, Bella. She’s a 6-pound pipsqueak of a dog. Very sweet and very high strung.
Nope! Bella’s owner is a middle-aged man who talks baby-talk to her, owns like a bazillion cats, and poses willingly with the Chick-Fil-A cow.*