All the puppies seem to like this little den under the coffee table. We had to take all the books and magazines out because too much paper would probably stop up the poopy mechanisms.
This morning, Chica went to London Drugs and the coffee shop. Did you know that if you have a puppy in a pack, you can walk right through the food court? people who aren't really paying attention think you have a baby, and the ones who are paying attention just go awwwww...
Chica loves the heated seat in the truck. She burrows in and sleeps as soon as we start driving. It's a welcome break from the squeaky breathing (almost but not quite whining) she does whenever I'm out of eye-sight. It's like she needs WD-40 or something. Time to gradually increase her alone-time from zero to something.
She's been going for long walks with the big-dogs, and coming home is her favorite part. As soon as she nears the house, she's way out in front. That's one thing about pups rescued from living outside - they know a good thing when they find it!
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