On Friday, Morgan crept over to my cousin’s farm and stole this puppy.
She took it right out from under its mama’s nose.
There was the heartwrenching moment of goodbye.
Mama thought about how much more time she’d have now with one less puppy. She’d write plays and learn to tat and maybe have time to travel.
And then she cried a little bit and said, BABY, DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! Because didn’t really want to write plays or tat or travel. She wanted to be a mother. SOB.
Morgan stole away with her baby, unabashed.
I told her she better call Georgia from the car and tell her she’d stolen a puppy.
Georgia said, “Could you steal one or two more?” NO. My cousin is keeping two of the pups. He gave the others away at the Wal-Mart Puppy Distribution Center (aka the parking lot) yesterday.
It didn’t take long.
This one went away with a little boy.
This one went away with a gaggle of girls.
I don’t know who took the last one. I had to go. I had just come across my cousin in the parking lot by surprise. I didn’t know he was giving away the rest of them there yesterday.
It was hard to not just take this one home with me, too. But one puppy is enough.
The mother of these pups is some kind of Golden Retriever cross and she has an excellent disposition, so we’re hoping our little puppy will take after her. Right now, he’s just a sausage roll on legs. Morgan was calling him Lucky before we brought him home. Now she’s calling him Casper. (CASPER???? I’ll keep you updated.) He’s soft and cuddly.
I’m such a sucker!