I know everyone says that names lead to attachment. Why don’t I want to get attached? Well, because sooner or later my smuggling of these little guys ( and their mothers) will be discovered and then the dogs will get kicked out THERE and then who knows what will happen.
Still, I couldn’t resist naming them
Monroe: price’s only puppy and the oldest if the entire litter. Considering changing her name into rip jaw because her teeth are weapons of torture.
Dipstick: the runt of Luna’s litter. He’s just one of those dogs whose spirit is bigger than their body.
Ponyo: she likes to eat sand… A trend I’m starting to notice in dogs
Fidget: he’s the aloof one. Always sitting by himself and abandoning others to do his own thing (or maybe the other are the ones doing the abandoning)
Howler: honestly, and I hate do discriminate, she’s my favorite! Just look at that face! If only she would make so much noise…
So yeah. These little guys are doing great (for now). I took Pongo and Bagheera out to meet them today. Well of course Bagheera was the sweet cheerful girl that her character dictates she must be. It was like they were her own puppies.
Pongo… Well, he was just like “what are these? Gremlins?”
80 percent of my life at the moment is officially dog.