So I leave the office after my hubby does yesterday and got home before he did. Upon calling him, he tells me that he's 20 mins out and that he had to pick up a belated anniversery present for me (Our 5th anniversery was in June). This is what he shows up with...
So welcome the new addition, who does not have a name as of yet. It is a toss up between Chaos and Dixie. In adding her in with my other two females I'm leaning a lil' more towards Chaos. She will be officially 16 weeks old on Friday this week and is 1/2 Pitbull and 1/2 Sharpei. Not a mix I would have personally chosen, but when life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
(Kissie - standing, the Lil' One and Roxy - laying down)
I swear I'm not trying to eat the puppy mom...
We're just sniffing...
and just cuz' I can't not show him off...here's the Olde Man - Neptune aka Boo Dog...not bad for 11 years old.
I'm still trying to figure out what my hubby was thinking. I'm pretty sure his motorcycle accident last year caused some sort of brain damage. He swears that he's going to find her home. But this is the 4th home she's had in 5 weeks, so I can pretty much guaranty that she's not going anywhere except maybe to sit in his lap and lick his chin and listen to him rant AGAIN about what a pain in the behind dogs are and how he's going to get rid of them all...NOT!!!!! (And he calls me the softie)
And if he thinks that this is getting him out of me buying another horse, he's definetly bumped his head again...LOL