I have TOO MANY PUPPIES! So PUPPY WEEK MUST CONTINUE! And on that note, met Millie, the 9 month old Welsh springer spaniel.
Yeah, I thought you wouldn’t object.
PS: Wait no way. Millie is our first Welsh springer spaniel? How did that happen? Ten years plus and I keep running across new breeds!
Because I just had to post another couple of Frankie pictures, since she was such an amazingly sweet and pretty kitty. I swear, half an hour in a room with her and even the most devout of cat-haters would be a convert.
When I found out that today was Nymeria’s 8th birthday, I told her owner that I’d definitely have to post some pictures today in honor of her ridiculous floofiness and amazing gorgiousity! Isn’t she pretty?
Seriously, I didn’t even know bernadoodles came in platinum blond! Apparently, though, they do, at least as of 7 months ago, when Daisy was born.
Sadie (six months old) is an amazing representative of a pretty amazing breed. Teeeeensy little herding dogs, even littler than corgis, although perhaps not quite as low to the ground.
Scout is four months old, and full of energy and a great desire to lick anyone or anything that gets in his way. Or gets anywhere near his way. Or doesn’t but looks like it might be thinking about getting near his way at some indefinable future date.
Bob is a six-month-old cockapoo, that most unfortunate of dog breed names, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And of course he doesn’t, because who would care about their breed name when they have such an awesome personal name as BOBBO THE DOGGO! (And no, he is not this Bobbo the Doggo, who is three years older and from Manchester, England.)
I’m cat-sitting this week! Frankie hid from me most of the afternoon, but it didn’t take long for her to warm up, and now she’s lying on the bed waiting for me to come cuddle.
Rocky is fully four months old and wants you to know that he is a big boy now!
Okay, so I’m pushing the definition of puppy here, but Maggie is still only 10 months old. Quite a big ‘un, isn’t she?
