And really, who could not resist the cuteness factor of puppies romping around playing with toys, rolling all over each other and just being puppies.
I can personally speak about the wonderful dogs that can be found at local shelters. Two of the three dogs we have had since being married have come from the local shelter.
Our firstborn, Bear, came to us when she was four weeks old. She was an adorable ball of fluff that looked like a stuffed animal, more than a real live dog. She was an Alaskan Husky mix and an extremely smart dog. She loved playing in the snow. She had a tendancy to escape and one time she was missing for four days. Luckily we found her but she was very mad at Dan because she blamed him (eventhough she did it to herself). After that we got a second dog, Dusty, to keep her entertained and let her feel like a mother. Dusty was a beagle mix that we bought from someone. She wasn't very smart but certainly loveable. Bear developed epilepsy and it only got worse after Whitney was born so we had to give her away to live on a farm. She liked to run the cattle (maybe a little too much) and she enjoyed fishing because she would put her paws on the fish on the bank to keep them from getting away.
|Abby showing school spirit|
|Abby likes to sleep|