Gunny is Gone

*Sniff* I am puppy-less. I spent an hour last night sobbing while the last puppy chewed on my slipper. I named Gunny on the night he was born and had formed a special attachment to him.

On the flip side, I am also puppy-free, and can now begin the task of eradicating the last of the puppy urine from my floor.

Of course, Kirby is not potty-trained yet, but I am going to pretend he is and pretend that I won't be stepping in surprise puddles tonight.

Surrogate Mommy

She's down to the last two pups, and she's not letting them out of her sight.

Audio Overload

What we are up against...

Too Tired for a Title

Puppies playing on the shelves:



I am nearing the end of my puppy patience...including Kirby, I have had a puppy peeing on my floor and waking me up since June. The cuteness only goes so far...I need a puppy break. Hopefully, these little ones will be adopted soon. Then I just need to get Kirby house trained!

Instead of TV

Daddy is Vindicated!

Finally, Daddy's gorgeousness captured on camera:



Ari, looking like a sweet young lady:

Gunny, looking like a tough customer:

Chris and Christina have gone to a new foster home, so now we are down to three. We will keep these three until they are adopted, take a break, and then start it all over with a new mommy dog.

The Least Photogenic Puppy

Maybe he could win Mr. Congeniality if he didn't bite so hard...



I must have taken fifty shots of him...

And not one captured his true adorable self...

We'll try again tomorrow after he gets his beauty sleep...