Since I’ve been home, a lot of my time has been spent taking pictures of my lovelies, Trevor, Opal, and Pippin. I don’t care that they have a combined age of about 37 – I still call them puppies.
We got Opal and Trevor as puppies from Second Chance. When we brought them home, they could fit in the palm of your hand and couldn’t do much but stumble around, pee, and then sleep where they fell. I named Opal and my brother named Trevor.
Pippin joined the family a few years later. I found him after he had been lost or abandoned outside of my friend’s apartment building. After seeing him living in the backyard for a day, I finally lured him to me by feeding him Cheez-its. He was thisclose to being named Cheez-it. We kept him for a few days, and when we couldn’t find anywhere for him to go except the pound, we (read: Mom) decided we could keep him.
I luuurve them all.