Dear Diesl: I still remember the day we met you. You and twelve other babies were hanging out with your two mommas (two litters, two mommas = fatty puppies!) in a barn area at a home out toward the coast. We loved on all of you babies...there were so many faces to see, eyes to look into, puppies to snuggle with. All of you boys, and one little girl...who was clearly a princess. She was a biter princess, I remember leaving with holes in my hands from her. We held and touched and loved you all, trying to decide. Jon walked away and sat on a hay bail...and you followed him. I broke away from the masses to see you two cuddled up and I knew that you would be going home with us. And instantly you became the love of our lives! Dear My Boy: We talked about the day we would bring you home. "As soon as we buy a house, we'll get a puppy..." We bought a house, moved in, and then met you the next weekend. Dear Diesl Boy: Thank you for being the best boy ever. You bark incessently, and it's sooooo annoying, but I love you anyway. Dear Dog: I heard dad say to you the other weekend, "if you ever get tired of living with her, you can come live with me." You know that's not an option, right? Dear Diesl: I love you. I am thankful for you. Thank you for protecting me, loving me always, and being the best dog ever!
Happy weekends, friends!
Have an awesome day!