New Arrival at Mary’s!
He’s not mine. He’s Emma’s. Emma has been lobbying for a dog of her own, a small dog, for quite some while. She
wore me down won me over, and I conceded. Small dog.
He’s small, all right… At 1.9 kg (4 pounds) he’s a smidge overweight, though at only ten weeks, he has a fair bit of growing ahead of him. He’s a miniature poodle/Shih Tzu cross, which makes him, officially, a “Shih Poo”. Emma, however, is seventeen. Is she calling him a “Shih Poo”? She is not.
She is calling him a “Shit Poo”. Of course.
Well, after careful inspection… “It smells like a dog”…
“Though I dunno… do dogs come that small?…”
They discovered that they have at least a few doggie interests in common…
Hey, you guys! Don’t be chewing the shoes!!