I won't disagree with (the other) Brett. If we adopted (I'm assuming he meant a dog, and not some spawn), then I would have tons to write about.
Not yet. Not yet.
Though apparently our neighbor and our vet were placing guesses on when we'd get a new dog. Though Dr. Smith was probably tabulating how much money he'd be getting from us. I'm ok with that, he treated Petey like a king.
Anyway - on with the pet parade.
I just love Esmé. I haven't actually seen her since we lost Petey. She's gone grey.
Pippa. Curious about outside, but never actually venturing there.
Eleanore, growing up so fast. And Oliver. They may have gotten lots and lots of treats.
We don't really allow her to lounge on tables, but it was scorching hot these last few days. If cool wood feels good on her belly, so be it.
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