Update on the puppehs
Yeah, I just called them “puppehs”. That’s what you do when you’ve been on the internet too long.
They are so big, but still little and fluffy and capable of illiciting cries of “ooooh looook!” from the patrons outside the pub down at the shops. The girls take the puppies for a walk most afternoons, and Ella’s favoured route takes her past the pub where she can show her baby off to the adoring boozers.
(iPhone photo – the camera wasn’t shaking, the dog was)
This is Saffy, aka Saffy Monster. She started off as the smaller, calmer of the two dogs. Now, she’s the Complete Nutter. She runs, jumps, barks, rolls around, tackles your feet and sprints up and down the corridor. She’s very fast, and not to be trusted.
Darcy is much calmer, and a bit chubbier than Saffy. Having said that, though, she wouldn’t sit still for a photograph. I’ll try again later, when she’s asleep.
They’re getting desexed next week, which apparently is a fairly simple operation these days but nevertheless it’s got us feeling all nervous and over-protective. Poor little puppehs. Poor little pup-a-luppies.
Who knew we would become so crazy in love so quickly? It’s a little bit ridiculous.
Awww, don’t worry about the ‘getting fixed’ thing, they will be totally fine
I know it’s stressful – but they WILL also calm down a pinch as well. At least, at any rate, unlike male dogs who view the loss of their ‘guys’ a bit like real men would, the girls always seem just that tiny bit grateful!