each other (both trying to be the dominant male-not pretty). It was a semi-sad day, especially because Raffie (in my and my mom's mind) is a psycho, and Digby was very sweet and just happy... but also because my mom and I had to turn him in. As the lady took him away, he gave us one last look like, "Hey... where are you guys going?" I cried. I don't like crying, but I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. It was the look.
But it was all for the better. It really was. We got a puppy. There was much discussion, and we knew there would be a lot to take care of (it's a puppy for crying out loud!), but I knew I was ready, and The Big Kahuna said it would pretty much be mine. My brothers were outraged. "Why HERS?" The Big Kahuna was quiet (as was Momma Bear) until the boys were quiet.
"Well," Big K said, "she probably will take better care of the dog than you guys will. And, she'll train it." I'm pretty sure he said I was taking it with me when I moved out, so I thought, "YAY!!!!" I love puppies. I've seen them, and helped them, but never OWNED one (well, we did once like, 12 years ago, but that ended quite sadly).
So here she is... Princess Lola Angelina Contessa Louisiana Francesca Bo Besca... THE THIRD. Just kidding. It's just Lola.
More pics to follow later.
she is adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!
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