So there I was, minding my own business, out to pick up some medicine for Autumn, when what should I run across but a half dozen puppies congregating outside of a local pet store for their weekly puppy class?
It was too dark for most of my pictures to come out, drat it, but I did my best for you.
They all got along great, although one of them was definitely a bit more dominant than the others.
…and it was definitely not the Rottweiler.
Who nevertheless was having the time of her life. (I love that expression.)
She made new friends quick, too.
I should’ve audited the class. How much do you suppose it costs per credit-hour?