Wednesday, January 17

Puppy, Puppy, Puppy

If you become known as the girl who says "puppy, puppy, puppy," when you see dogs of all shapes, sizes, and ages, you're likely to get tagged as the solution to a dogwalking crunch.

And that's how I wound up puppysitting for a week over the winter holidays.

I defy you to look at these puppies (big droolers, by the way) and ever describe young, immature love as puppy love.

Let me tell you: there's nothing about my love for these two lil' puppers that's impermanent. Puppy love is here to stay.

(Bird to the left, and her cousin Bear to the right. Seth won't admit it, but he likes Bear the best.)