Puppy Bark
Leela got to play with some of her seven-week-old siblings yesterday. Syndey* in particular gave her a run for her money. For a dog smaller than Leela’s head, she barked up a storm. I love the puppy bark, especially when they seem as serious as Syndey was about it. To her credit, she probably didn’t know that Dave was holding Leela down on her back so that the puppies could boss her around in this way.
I told Davey that Leela might need a little playmate. He said, “None or nine.” Without pause, I answered, “Nine.” Yet he seems to be making no plans for this. He also continues to allow other people to purchase the puppies. Hmmm…I’d settle for this little bundle of joy, who incidentally, is still available.
On an unrelated sidenote, pix of the bedroom with the furniture back in it are up here.
*Yes, this picture says “Bailey.” She used to be Bailey, but her new owners have named her Sydney.