|Our first Christmas with a pup.|
|Shiloh, gone now and missed!|
|Sophie meets me for the first time. She's not sure...|
|Ruby meets me for the first time.|
She's checking out my nose to see if I'll pass the pet parent test.
|No longer feeling excluded. Success!|
|Sophie has located the ball, time for Ruby to do her thing.|
Ruby dragging behind me fearful of my feet and wanting be carried. Sophie plows ahead, straining at the end of the leash and dashing from side to side in search of the evil squirrels. What they do agree on is eating gum left on the walk by previous walkers. They become bottom feeders on a walk.
|Keeping high and dry|
lk along the side of the house in rain to be under the eaves. On rainy days they are sad and miserable. In the lake they are terrified. They hate their baths and Sophie has gotten pretty good at hiding when Ruby gets her bath first. They are sorry sad sights when wet.
|Our constant companions.|
So we try to keep them dry, snuggled and fed. It's a tough job but whatever would we do without our little pups! They keep us company and entertain us. Our lives would be so empty without them.