I'm talking about, yes...WE'RE GETTING A PUPPY. But not just any old puppy.
If you know me very well, which you probably don't, you might know that I've been wishing for an English Mastiff for years. Well, the stars finally aligned, I held my mouth right, the timing is right--as in spring, when house-training doesn't include me going outside at 2 a.m. in the snow because WHAT THE HECK WHY DID WE EVEN DO THIS? So, in 2-3 weeks we will be bringing home our newest family member.
I'm pretty sure the cats are NOT ready:
|Louis and Jack. Not ready.|
|Sam. Also not ready. WTH, guys?|
|With me, at 9 weeks old.|
|I can't even- *swoons*|
|Here's her mom, already 195 pounds at 2 years old, and...|
|dad, who is 230 pounds. |