When they were still quite small

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I'm back! Not that I really went anywhere except crazy, but still. 
I'll start off slow so's I don't overwhelm you. I'm like a drug see? When I come back, you can only take so much at a time before getting sick. 

This little man is Bob. Laynee Loo's fave. We did not end up keeping him. He went to a family on the other side of the state. Shhhh. Don't cry. We took pictures of only him and her and made a Book of Bob for her to tote around. She immediately put it somewhere safe, and if we could figure out where exactly that is, she'll be one happy Bob lover.

All of the babies loved Miguel's facial hair. They would nip at it and snuggle with it. I think they thought it was another puppy. 

See this brute? He looks like a bull, huh? So cute. He's the one we kept. 
Big Mac.

I can't believe that at one time they all fit into this tote! Now, Mr. Mac gets in it and is all, "Really. You think you can contain the Macster? Psh."

I think this little one is Itezz. Wanna know something really cool? At least three of our puppies kept the names we had given them. He is one of them. Corrine was thrilled since she was the one who came up with his name.



This would be Ian and Sunny. Just showing you the difference in colors. Dark vs.light. So pretty.

Me 'n Bobby.

Now take a deep breath and get ready for more Emily.
In a minute or so. *smile*

Comments

The Raguskus Family said…
So glad to see a post! The puppies are absolutely adorable!
June 27, 2012 at 12:24 AM
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