I confess, it was much easier this week not to be swept up in the cute little smooch-y faces of the dogs at the shelter when we went to volunteer. Probably because one of them was an over-enthusiastic nipping freak, who only wanted to play, but must have bit my ankles a dozen times, and yeah, he was all cute and sociable and friendly and everything, but even baby teeth can be really, really sharp, is all I’m saying. And one of the dogs Kendrie took was totally adorable in the cage, then she got him outside and he completely shut down and wouldn’t walk or move or anything. Just sat, paralyzed, frozen like a statue on the sidewalk, and refused to budge. So she had to carry him all over the place, and continually whined about how heavy he was, but I couldn’t help her because I was too busy avoiding the canine Jaws at the end of my leash.
But still, despite those things, we had a blast, like always.
And then, just as I thought my shriveled up raisen of a heart was impervious to puppy eyes, *this* guy showed up.