So our crazy neighbor pounds the door repeatedly at 7:15 AM, and asks David if we want a puppy. I never answer the door before 12 PM on the weekends because I’m rarely ever decent before that time. He squints at her, half asleep and says he’ll think about it. It’s too early to make decisions like that.
So at 12 PM she pounds at the door again. It’s lunchtime and I’m not answering. David answers the door and accepts her offer. The neighbor across the street had puppies (well, not the neighbor herself, but you get the point) about 7 weeks ago. According to the said neighbor, they are some sort of Border Collie mix.
She (the puppy) is adorable. A bit shy, but I’m sure once she gets comfortable, she will be more hyper.
We haven’t named her yet. I was hoping for a male dog, so I could have named him Murderface or Pickles, but beggars can’t be choosers.
She IS a cutie… and judging from the size of her paws, she's also gonna be a big dog!My last dog was a Border Collie/Black Lab cross and was a bit… ummm… mentally off. But I had her for 14 years and loved her to death (literally – from puppyhood until she died). I still miss her, too.
Hey, Cute Pup!