Bess is definitely the most obsessed with anything new in the house. A little while ago she was in the kitchen barking at the grocery bags on the counter.
Sophie took one brief sniff, and then took advantage of Bess’s obsession to snag herself the best seat in the house (right next to the wood stove.)
Zoey doesn’t care. She just works at being as cute as she can be at all times.
Noah: “Whatevs. Its not a bone or a stick. Can I go back outside now?”
Bess is now wagging her tale. Something in the crate is snoring.
Bess has now retires to the bed, but she is still keeping an eagle eye on the contents of the crate.
Yes. I got ANOTHER dog. How could I resist?
She is really a pretty pug. One friend said there was no such thing as a “pretty” pug. harumph….
Shelley speaks dachshund much better than I. Here is her interpretation of Sophie’s reaction: “…and den mom brot home anodder minion, and den ANODDER one – I have to work so hard to keep dem in line!”
This is long enough for one post. I’ll try to be back tomorrow to give you the back story. For now, just know that I am refusing to admit that I have five dogs. I have one large dog, and one unit (maybe I should call them a pod) of small dogs. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.