Sorry. I am around, just being quiet. I get quiet when too much going on in my chaotic world. Who knew one little puppy could be the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm not as spry as I once was, and chasing down an active pup is wiping me out.
Her ears are growing with her.
When I first got her she was a bit sickly from giardia. Under my superb care she's thriving and growing well. She's full of spunk. I call her the happiness guru. She runs full out everywhere she goes with big ears flapping, and legs flying about. She crash lands a lot. She's been a really good puppy. I am getting a workout picking her up, and bending over. Things I haven't done well since my knees were replaced, but I am getting better at. 
Thank you. What's that saying? As one door closes, another one opens? I think I'm at one of those points where I'm losing old dear friends, but also gaining new ones. Life always moves forward whether we are ready or not for it. It has been an introspective year for me.
Thank you. She fits right in here, and I can't imagine life without her now.
She's definitely more Boston, she's 3/4 Boston, 1/4 French bulldog, my other mix, Matilda, is a half and half Boston and French bulldog. She's built like a tank. Shorty is gonna be more leggy and lighter.
