There is no end to the wonders of owning a dog. REALLY - I had no idea I would be this hung up on a pup, but I swear the critter is like my second soul mate. Anyhow, I have already reported that the Giz gets puppy-sat on Thursdays, and every evening when I arrive to pick him up it looks like a hurricane of 2 year olds have hit my dad's house. The room filled with the sound of squeakers, the air heaving with play, and stuffed animals guts everywhere - the horror - THE HORROR!!
LaLatina said...
