Hi, all!
It's Friday, and we all know what that means - it's time for us to get our whoop whoop on!! So without further ado, let's get to it!
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Many of you messaged or emailed me this week, asking if everything was ok - since I apparently dropped off the face of the earth last week! Well, there is a good reason for that, and her name is Bree...
She is a 13-week old mini Australian Shepherd, which is basically the equivalent of a two-year old! She's changed a bit from the day we got her...
...but apparently our choice of name was not only good, but prophetic. If you are an Outlander fan, you may recall that in Gaelic, the word "bree" means a great disturbance - and she really is! Having a young puppy is rather like having a toddler that bites constantly. We call her various names in addition to Bree - she's alternately known as The Kraken (as in "release the Kraken")...
...or Fancy Pants - don't you just love her racing stripes? And today I added WMD (Weapon of Mass Destruction) to her list of names, as she spent most of the day trying to demolish her toys.
And now it's your turn!