The puppy pictures have become a terrible distraction for me, I didn’t have time to process them around the time they were born. Then by the time they went to their new homes, well, we were kind of enjoying the peace. By eight weeks, the puppies are ruling the roost and it’s time for them to go their families. My cutest memory is walking around the corner to the kennel and all the little heads popping up to see who was coming. Killed me every damn time.
But the pictures sure do make me happy.
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