We barely finished giving our permission to touch when eight little hands mobbed our foster dog in a Berkeley parking lot this weekend. It was like witnessing the ecstatic revelry of a junior rave....Little Man was thrilled to be sucked into a sea of pink and treated like a rock star by four cooing, love sick fans.
These are those blessed moments we live for. No need to dissect breed myths or explain breed traits; we get to shut our trap, stand back and enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
It really doesn't get much cuter than that!
ReplyDeleteThese are the stories i like to read about...maybe someone should send the link of this post to Mr. Blow (see previous post).
ReplyDeleteEveryone at the Bad Rap, keep up the good work.
Awwwwww.....that's so cute!
ReplyDeleteWhat a ham! ;)