Thursday, February 9, 2012

Oh Why Do I Torture Myself?

The other day on Facebook, I saw that the local shelter had listed seven lab-mix puppies that someone dropped off at a farm outside of the town north of here.

Well, I did it again. Dave and I went to the local shelter to drop some doggy vests off that I made several years ago for the pups. They've since outgrown them and I made them new ones. Well, the girl mentioned the puppies they had shown on their Facebook page, so I had to go and take a look. They were so cute and growing. Their paws were enormous, but they were so cute, picture Marley puppy cute, that was them. I wish I could have brought one home, but Dave reminded me that we are at our limit. I knew he was right, but still...they were so cute.

If you want to see them, go to the Iowa Clarke County Animal Shelter Facebook page. They have pictures of them there.

When we got home, we were joking Max and telling him that he'd better be good because we know where some puppies are that can kick his little puppy butt. He must have heeded the warning because he's been good all afternoon. Right now he's sleeping on the couch.

Oops, now he's awake. He heard me talking to Angel. She just jumped down from the chair she was in, went through dining room and kitchen, came in and stood beside Dave's recliner until I lowered mine so that she could get through to go and get back into the chair she had originally gotten out of. She does this all the time. It's a little game that she plays. She refuses to go back around the way she came. Can you spell spoiled? If you look it up, you'll see a picture of Angel, not really, but you know what I mean.

Meanwhile, Max fell back to sleep on the couch.

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