What can I tell you...
From the moment I saw him jump out of the car that dark evening, the day before Thanksgiving, I pretty much knew I was done for.
Even with his filthy, burr filled coat, I could see his beauty. A voice in my head said... 'There. Now there is a Sheltie.'
Then over the next few days his adorable personality sealed my fate.
And if you think I'M a pushover, you should see Hub Man. He is wrapped securely around Ben's furry little toe. As a matter of fact I think it's mutual.
This morning after Hub Man left for work, Ben was looking at the bedroom door and whined really softly. 'Where'd he go?' It was cute.
Anyway, we are keeping him. And there's an end of it.
(Who's going to tell The Hen?)
I thought you could do it for me.
(No way Jose'. I'm not getting in the middle of this one. You're on your own Cupcake.)
Coward.
(That's 'Wise Punctuation' to you, you canine pushover.)
Oh yeah? How can you resist this?
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Or this?
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(The little squirt is pretty cute.... But I'm not telling The Hen bupkis about the situation.)
Sigh.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]Tell the hen what?
You think I can't hear you two talking in there?.....
Tell the hen what?