No worries - Petey isn't even at a kennel this weekend. My sister agreed to take him. She is VERY excited. If you remember, we got Petey from her due to other circumstance, but one of those was not their family not adoring Mr. Pete.
So, he'll be there, with his brother Boomer. I'm hoping she takes lots of shots to send me. It's only two days. I think he'll have a grand time.
Roly Poly Petey.
Waking up - himself and the house.
Pals for life.
I'm not sure if he's deep in thought or forlorn.
I'd be devastated if he were an unhappy pup.
And you know it's serious when the ear doesn't move back into place.
Sophie and me - with my "at risk" chin.
Song by: the Cure