Bye bye puppy…
There were tears this week at Granite Glen.
We said farewell to the first of our puppies to fly the coop.
My cousin Tom came to pick up his little pooch, after being postponed more than once… for multiple reasons, including the fact that not everyone at Granite Glen was mentally and emotionally prepared for the farewell scene!
(And we are not just talking those under the age of 10 here folks!)
So Tom and his girl Jay finally arrived to get their newest bovine rounderer-upperer (cattle dog). And they chose….
Actually, I think perhaps Kink chose Tom!
The residents of Granite Glen will miss those bright little blue eyes, waggy, broken little tail, and playful ways… but maybe not the chewing and the pooping. (Actually, I think I’m the only one who complains about that!)
Now at this point I could make some comment about Tom’s hair… if I was the pass-remarkable, older cousin-type of person who never let up on her younger rellies… I’m fighting that urge really hard… *smiles through gritted teeth*. I hope Tom appreciates my restraint here… although I somehow doubt it! Hello Tom!!
(OK regular readers: does anyone see what I mean about the women in my life? Check here to see what I am referring to! How gorgeous is Jay?)
Be a good little cow-chaser for Tom.