|My sister made this cute montage of Coco|
|Peppa likes to sunbathe with me|
And then when we found out some farmer friends' had just had a litter of black labrador puppies... Well, it was fate, if somewhat badly timed fate.
Why badly timed?, you ask? Well, you're not supposed to take a puppy home until it's eight weeks old, and the aforementioned puppies are going to be said age the day after I fly to Germany for my year abroad, which is also the day before Holly will be going down to uni for Freshers' Week.
It's really rather unfortunate. Totally pants, you might say. D'you reckon I could smuggle her into my hand-luggage and take her to Germany with me? I'm sure having a puppy to keep me company would be very comforting when I start feeling homesick. Yes, everyone embarking on a challenging venture should have a puppy alongside them at all times. I think that's a brilliant idea.
We went to visit the puppies when they were just ten days old - they were yet to even open their eyes! Poor little things are going to get a shock and a half when they finally do. All the pups were cuddling their brothers and sisters one moment and then fighting each other off to get something to eat the next - classic sibling behaviour, am I right?
|Holly and her lil pup|
|Me and my new friend|
And so, I leave you with some delightful pictures from our puppy playdate. If these don't brighten up your Monday and bring a smile to your face, I don't know what will.
TOO. CUTE. FOR. WORDS.
Our current dilemma is that we can't agree on a name. Suggestions please!