A year ago the dog breeder called to tell us she had a couple left over puppies. We were waiting for a litter due in February, but just in case, maybe we were interested in a puppy now?
She sent a photo and we were so delighted to go get this extra puppy. She was mostly black and people preferred more definite Landseer markings. She also was a female, less in demand than the males, and she had an umbilical hernia–not a problem really, and easily repaired when she’s spayed, which we have yet to do.
Yah, fine, we TOTALLY want the extra puppy!
So this is a picture from last year when we were living around the clock in the puppy camp, kids taking turns sleeping in the family room with her, defending ourselves from her needle sharp teeth and sassy attitude.
She was such a welcome balm, having said good bye to Sam in August. I knew I’d miss Sam, but the extent of it was terrible. And Elin isn’t Sam. Sam was friendly and bold. Elin is cautiously friendly. Sam would get up in my space and then inevitably shake her coat out, splattering slobber EVERYWHERE. I hated it! It made me holler, so aggravated.
Elin slobbers a fraction of what we were used to and never gets in my space and splatters slobber around.
Sam–
Sam did this–and one time it went right in my mouth. Ugh. It tasted like exactly nothing, but I was still extremely disgusted.
This is from Thursday, I think, a cozy nap on the couch beside the belly-up dog.
And this sugar plum nestled in her little nest.
I took this photo of the mayhem after they’d gone home.
Whatever.
It’s hurting nothing.
And that’s the end.
Lots of love, Val