. . . . .about those puppies. . . .

Last Friday, as I walked into the house, Colson met me at the door. He was so excited. He had to tell me about the latest puppy experience. He said that
one of the puppies was crying and crying and Brett picked him and he quieted down, then Brett put him down and he strated to cry again, so Brett picked him up again and he quieted down. Then Colson goes on to say, "Mom, Brett has bonded with that puppy. That puppy loves Brett and now it will only go to him." So cute!
Who would've thought that a 6 year old knows what the word "bond" means?

I heard Colson talk about Brett's "bonding" experience several times this past weekend, and he is dead serious about it too!

And. . . . those 9 puppies are "ginormous" for 3 weeks old. So adorable. So loveable. So. . . . how can we possibly think of getting rid of one of them? So far, one has a name, wrong move, but Scottie couldn't help himself. He calls him, "Blaze", for the white mark on his forehead. I will try and take a few pictures tonight and post them. They are so darn adorable when they start their howling, and their crying sounds like a pack of seagulls.