This past weekend, I experienced a zoo... at my house! Gary's mom brought her Great Dane (Boo) and two new puppies, a Beagle (Princess) and a Dachshund (Max). In addition to that, we have our Chug (Lexi) and Chiuaua (Milo). Boo isn't allowed outside because he stomps on plants (accidentally) and leaves really big urine spots on the lawn, which is a big no-no for my landscape man.
One puppy was chewing on the curtains while another was chewing buttons on the couch. Boo was swiping things off the fridge with his tail (accidentally). Some were sick from their first car ride, and Boo came down with something and had a Boo-sized accident...
In addition to the pups, there were a lot of humans in the house, with his family all there to celebrate G's birthday. He's not one to make a big deal of his birthday, but that doesn't stop us from gathering and spending time together.
But in all, it didn't matter. The puppies were so dang cute that their little bad behavior didn't really matter. I mean, how can you get mad at a puppy who has ears that flap while he's "running" on the cutest, tiniest, stubbiest legs? Or big doggies that just want to be your baby?
I tried to get a picture of all the little pups and dogs together, unsuccessfully. But here are a few anyway because they're fun.
There's a glimpse of all of them in this one- Boo, Princess, Max, Lexi and Milo.
Oh, and did I mention that my dogs were terrible hosts?! They're trying to get away in every picture. They were not happy campers.
Happy Wednesday everyone!