I've abandoned that project (for now), in light of all the other craziness that is currently taking over my life. This is a mere follow up...
When you first met TJ, he was a small dog, full of stuffing & love.
Those floppy ears, lips meant for drool, and big brown eyes....
I just loved him to pieces. He was my puppy. And then.....
Yes, we named him TJ. Although it doesn't stand for Tim & Jenn....just how sappy do you think I am?
Because his grandfather & father both topped 100 lbs, and because boxers make me laugh, he is
and much loved. Eleven weeks old, 24 pounds of big -pawed, even bigger hearted chew machine, full of pounce & puppy love.
And no, life isn't that simple yet. But sometimes, you just don't wait for simple. Sometimes, you go for rough tongues, nipped ankles, pig ears & lots of smiles. Sometimes, that's the only way.