I have had only this crazy little face to come home to each night:
|Chipper (world's worst shop dog) at the violin store|
I'm looking forward to seeing these sweet little faces again:
|Quinn, Aden, Ellora, and Mona at Greenrfield Village, Dearborn MI|
When we picked out our dog from the pound we told the kids from Chipper's point of view our family was a pack. The kids are the puppies, and he's protective of them. (Sometimes too much so, but we're working on that.) Chipper has stuck close to my heels all week, worried that I may disappear from our mysteriously dwindled-down family, too. He wanders sadly into the kids' rooms each night looking for them before resigning himself with a sigh to his dog bed in my room.
We'll both be happy when the puppies get home.