I just realized something: aside from Saturday’s otters, my entire last week has been puppies. I am in terrible danger of spoiling you people.
So, what should I do about this? Why, do it just a little bit more, of course! Here’s Quigley, the wiggly Australian shepherd mix, all of age 5. (I’m not sure what the deal is with all the puppies we have been running into recently, but I’m not in a rush to look that particular gift horse in the mouth.)
Edit: Months. 5 months. That’s why he’s still a puppy. Thank you, Rose Marie.
What a cutie! But age 5? Did you mean five months? Because I don’t think five years qualifies as puppy, although still adorable ;-].
Heh. Right you are. Five months.