Okay, so. TWH and I recently celebrated out 11th wedding anniversary (the weekend I thought I was gonna die) and I asked for another Dawg. Beacuse I have lost my damn mind. And I thought the Crackhaid Dawg could use the company. And I have lost my damn mind. Saturday, we went to a local rescue place and our search began. In true OCD style, I had a list. I wanted a dog who was housebroken, about the same size as the CD, and around the same age, that didn't shed much. I got a tiny, 8 month old, NON-housebroken puppy. This was SO not on my list!! I guess I got what I needed, not what I wanted. He damn sure needed me.
This is Tigger with a crackstick
Tigger & Bentley on TWH's chair
Tigger the day we brought him home. Lookit that face!!
*wailing* I can't SEE the pictures!
ReplyDeleteAnd, congratulations on your newest family member!
AND, are you insane? A PUPPY? They eat bathrooms and stuff....at least, the last one I had did.
You have no idea how happy I am to see the pictures! Tigger is ADORABLE!
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