Puppies!

Introducing Twitch, Gus and Petey! (from left to right)

There are three new foster puppies hanging out at the house now. I am hopelessly outnumbered, but fortunatley, they're very sweet. Active, but sweet. We've already had one escape from the backyard, but fortunately Twitch didn't go far. (No thanks at all to the women walking down the street who I begged for help - karma's a bitch, ladies) Petey, the smallest of the three, has figured out he can climb out of the ex-pen if he stands on his brother. Gus wasn't terribly appreciative, but he also didn't move. Gus's giant belly is shrinking down to a more normal size, since I followed the expert's advice (Thanks Kathy) and am feeding them separately. At the moment, Twitch is playing tug-of-war with Gus's leg and Gus has Petey by the collar. Boys will be Boys!

They're three months old, have had all their shots and been neutered, so they're ready for adoption. Somehow, I don't think they're going to be here for very long.