There’s one in every litter… the one who’s needy, demanding, and downright bratty.
Earlier tonight, the husband came home and reported that he found a puppy climbing out of her pen with not one, but TWO toys in her mouth, howling at the top of her lungs. He put her back, and she tried getting out again… and again… and again. He finally just left her out to wander the house. The howling stopped. She was finally happy.
To whoever ends up with Orange Girl… GOOD LUCK!!!
There’s one in every litter…
Yeah, THIS FACE.