Pups!

We were over at the garden last night and across the sweeping plain came four dudes, one sheparding a tired and slack-teated momma dog and two others carrying fairly new pups (the fourth was takign deep quaffs from a presumably warm two-liter of Sunkist)!

Through a system of pointing, grunting, gnashing of teeth and nodding, we ascertained that these two li'l beggars could be ours for 50 dollars a pop!

Though we will likely never see them again, I have named them:

Cecil! [short e]

Tre!

These were some good pups! If we weren't about to be inundated with kittens when Gray Stray pops, it could have been considered!

Bonus! Here's Mom:

"Oh, don't take my picture! I'm exhausted and look a fright!"