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OMG puppies!! *collapses*
We had a hell of a weekend, let me tell you.
Turns out, NONE of our animals like puppies. Sam voiced his disapproval by barfing repeatedly, Kyan was a shaking mess...it was lovely. So, instead of five people and a herding dog for four puppies, it was Jess and I. Alone. With four tiny fuzzballs.
Send cookies and juice, dammit.
First, we had the utterly adorable Sadie, who is a 10 pound Rottweiler mix. SO cute. Just a little bundle of personality and bull in a china shop stubborness. She has big paws, and no clue how to control them.
Second was Seth, who is a sweet little lab mix, with maybe four brain cells to rub. He wants to see everything RIGHT NOW. Likes include playing tug with the crotch of your pants, ow, and sitting on his crate siblings' head.
Third was the brains of the operation, May. At maybe five pounds, this little golden retriever fluffball made up for it by actually strategically plotting her escapes. With a shrill bark, and the ability to get the other three going in the crate, she's the reason for a good chunk of our lost sleep. Likes included taking dumps in the most out of the way places possible, and chewing on her brother's ears, and eating her weight in food while simultaneously growling to keep others away.
Last was May's brother Gerard. Gerry is about eight pounds of fluff. Dumb as a box of rocks, but happy and sweet, and a total love bug. If you talk to him, the tail goes. Actually touch him and his entire body wags. I wanted to keep the dumb one.
Except not really because holy shit I was exhausted, and SORE. Even with the massage, I spent most of Sunday wobbling around painfully. Well, aside from the 3 hours I spent facedown snoring in bed after cleaning up and febreezing the FUCK out of the basement.
All in all, I'm glad we did it, and I hope the puppies find amazing homes, who will treat them like the little gems they are, and I'm never fucking doing it again.
*nod*
Turns out, NONE of our animals like puppies. Sam voiced his disapproval by barfing repeatedly, Kyan was a shaking mess...it was lovely. So, instead of five people and a herding dog for four puppies, it was Jess and I. Alone. With four tiny fuzzballs.
Send cookies and juice, dammit.
First, we had the utterly adorable Sadie, who is a 10 pound Rottweiler mix. SO cute. Just a little bundle of personality and bull in a china shop stubborness. She has big paws, and no clue how to control them.
Second was Seth, who is a sweet little lab mix, with maybe four brain cells to rub. He wants to see everything RIGHT NOW. Likes include playing tug with the crotch of your pants, ow, and sitting on his crate siblings' head.
Third was the brains of the operation, May. At maybe five pounds, this little golden retriever fluffball made up for it by actually strategically plotting her escapes. With a shrill bark, and the ability to get the other three going in the crate, she's the reason for a good chunk of our lost sleep. Likes included taking dumps in the most out of the way places possible, and chewing on her brother's ears, and eating her weight in food while simultaneously growling to keep others away.
Last was May's brother Gerard. Gerry is about eight pounds of fluff. Dumb as a box of rocks, but happy and sweet, and a total love bug. If you talk to him, the tail goes. Actually touch him and his entire body wags. I wanted to keep the dumb one.
Except not really because holy shit I was exhausted, and SORE. Even with the massage, I spent most of Sunday wobbling around painfully. Well, aside from the 3 hours I spent facedown snoring in bed after cleaning up and febreezing the FUCK out of the basement.
All in all, I'm glad we did it, and I hope the puppies find amazing homes, who will treat them like the little gems they are, and I'm never fucking doing it again.
*nod*
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