Tripped

I forget how exhausting road trips are. I am definitely getting old. If you are my age and feel the need to defend that statement, go right ahead. I won't be around to argue with you because I'm dragging my tired self up the stairs to bed.

The good news is that every single puppy has a wonderful home and that makes me very, very happy. My job here is done. (For this year at least.)


(Please ignore the muddy paw prints on the floor. We don't eat off the floor and I don't recommend that you do either.)