Lordy, we done lost our minds! The plan was to get a puppy. One! Yeah, so, meet Matt Dillon (charcoal Lab) and Festus (black)! Both born in April but from different litters. I already look like I went full-on Rambo through a thicket from their FREAKISHLY sharp teeth. We're working on "No bites" and shoving a chew toy in the mouth any time they start feasting on me. Potty training? Getting there. It would be magical if they both had to go at the same time. Cat poop? Evidently a delicacy they like to dig up in the yard - and subsequently reward me with a kiss. Eweee! But oh, my heart!!!!

One of the rare occasions when they're tuckered out. Me too, Satan!





One of the rare occasions when they're tuckered out. Me too, Satan!


