I have to guess how much Leeloo weighs. When she's sleeping and doesn't want to move ... it seems like a lot. She seems to be just over 30 pounds. I love this picture, it's like she's a seed waiting to be watered so she can grow...
... into a beautiful flower. And that little seed drinks a LOT. I mean lots and lots and lots. That means lots of peeing. In her crate. She can hold it all night but can't hold it while I'm gone for a few hours to work. It's very frustrating. Yes, even breeders with decades (gasp!) of experience in dogs still get stumped by behaviour.
Just look at those innocent eyes. You'd never believe that those eyes are calculating and never miss a treat or a cat walking by. Methinks those heart melting eyes are designed that way to forestall the murderous intent when you find those teeth on something valuable. Like a cat.
Like Weasley who got neutered today - he is recovering well and seems no worse for wear. He was starving when we got home and is clearly very happy to be back in his own house. Mallaig was a little weirded out by the way he smells but she'll get over it. Ceilidh doesn't seem to care. This is pre-neuter ... saying the long goodbye perhaps.
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