My Godpuppy
One of the mechanics where I work told me, just before Christmas, that he wanted to adopt a German Shepherd puppy. Unlike me, he does not spend most of his waking moments on the internet, so he was uncertain as to how to go about finding a breeder. It was pretty easy to bring up a list of local breeders (and wow, there were a lot to choose from). Over the holidays he found a puppy -- he was surprised at how very young it was ("It looked more like a ball of pizza dough than a puppy!" he said) but apparently he and the little one took to each other very readily. Not hard to believe; he's a very good-natured guy, a "gentle giant" type.
Yesterday I came in to find a framed photo of "Gucci" (a pseudonym), dozing under a huge Santa hat. She is just over a month old and already weighs 10 pounds. Her paws are enormous, according to my co-worker. "She's gonna be a bruiser!" The photo is a thank-you for helping him get adopted by Gucci. It occupies a place of honor on my desk, near a photo of Precious, my sweet kitty.
I have never had a godpuppy before, but it feels nice.
Yesterday I came in to find a framed photo of "Gucci" (a pseudonym), dozing under a huge Santa hat. She is just over a month old and already weighs 10 pounds. Her paws are enormous, according to my co-worker. "She's gonna be a bruiser!" The photo is a thank-you for helping him get adopted by Gucci. It occupies a place of honor on my desk, near a photo of Precious, my sweet kitty.
I have never had a godpuppy before, but it feels nice.