Remember the cute little puppy we rescued five weeks ago? It’s not a puppy. It’s a comedian dressed up like a puppy. A terrorist with cute eyes. She is a biting machine with a suicide wish. She bites into everything that comes her way, and I mean everything…but me.
This is Vader, on the morning of August 6th, 2022. A tenant had given him a stuffed animal to play with. The maintenance guy, who also happened to be one of my helpers when I have too much to do in my workroom, took the picture and sent it to me. “We found this little guy abandoned in the sink in the janitor’s room when we got our stuff. One of the apartments had been vacated in the night. Can you take him in?”
I didn’t expect that on my way to the store. Mom and her twins on a stroll through our neighborhood.
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Our living room looks like a daycare center. Our dog “Vader” is super busy watching over Luna, and we’re all tired but happy.
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I didn’t know groundhogs can climb that high—or climb at all. Aren’t they called ‘ground hogs’ for the reason that they stay on (or under) the ground? I still can’t wrap my head around it. Maybe a squirrel in disguise?
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The 20″ long puppy bed I ordered last weekend arrived yesterday. What was I thinking? What happened to the tiny puppy?
