Puppies and kiwi fruit
So here is the thing. We have puppies here at Granite Glen.
They arrived soon after we returned from our mega America trip.
While Dash and Violet visit the shed that houses these five little canines and their (serial) Mama Cruel at least once a day, I have been doing my best to AVOID visiting them. I hate getting attached to animals that I KNOW won’t be staying on with us here… I am way too soft and sentimental. And there is very little cuter in this universe than puppies.
But this weekend, I caved.
Violet had a little friend sleeping over. And she brought her two sisters for the afternoon. And they went to inspect the pups. So her Mother and Violet’s mother went along too…
Oh for Heaven’s sake…
Stop it already…
You ARE kidding me…
Stop. Stop. STOP!
Not the pink Ugg boots!!
Even Axel got in on the inspection.
His head was twice the size of these six-week-old cattle pups.
He wasn’t quite as impressed. (Can anything look as confused and appealing and mournful as a Dane? “Why are you playing with those little rats instead of me?”)
Or perhaps he has ESP?
Perhaps he suspects something about a vet visit and a certain ‘little op’ we have scheduled for tomorrow morning.
(Lord knows we don’t want any little Great Dane-crosses around the ridges here. As obscenely cute as that might be!)
I just hope that he forgives me for scheming to annex his *ahem* kiwifruits.
Wish me luck.
PS Anyone needing a good working cattle pup, drop me a line.
(It’s ‘pickup only’ for all you over-the-waves jokers!)