One of my church girls has a golden retriever who had puppies about 6 weeks ago. This girl has been bugging me to bring the boys to see them. I kept putting her off by saying, “I’ll come … when the pups are no longer breakable.” I was wise.
Monday I decided it was time so we walked to my little friend’s home. She and her mom were out in the yard with all the puppies … all 11 of them! It was the cutest pile of fur ever!
The boys immediately jumped in and started picking the puppies up and moving them around. I sat and visited while they entertained themselves and Tommy slept. Ricky and Billy decided the puppies belonged in their doghouse, so they picked the puppies up, one by one, and put them in their home. Rusty was interested until he discovered the dog water dish …
Anyway, the puppies would come running out and the boys would shoo them back in, generally nicely. My friend asked at one point, “Where did the boys go?” since they suddenly disappeared. I calmly told her that they were in the doghouse. She laughed not realizing that her doghouse could hold 11 puppies, a mama golden retriever, and two boys.
Now remember, I wasn’t going to take the boys until the puppies were unbreakable … There was nothing I could do to stop it. Billy picked up an escaping puppy, told it to “stay in your house!” and chucked the puppy into the doghouse. They poor thing yipped and yipped and Billy had a bit of thinking time and I just prayed that my son hadn’t seriously hurt the poor little thing. The $400, papered, pure-bred little thing.
The pup survived and chewed on my shoe in retaliation. Billy hugged it and promised to never throw another dog and then we all had popsicles. It was a fun outing. Stinkin’ cute puppies!
