[singlepic id=1200 w=200 h=200 float=left]So we had a little Doodle get together recently. We got to have Chester and his littermate Ginger visit and play with Luke and Sam. There was quite a bit of romping around, hanging out and one of the doods even ended up in the pool. [singlepic id=1207 w=200 h=200 float=right]I think there are pictures of that somewhere…I just have to get my hands on them. Then Woody and Chloe came over. More romping ensued, and a fun time all around…I seriously cannot get enough of these doodle babies.
[singlepic id=1222 w=200 h=200 float=left]Thank goodness for friends getting puppies. What would I do otherwise? Oh my gosh, the cuteness! They are all so amazing and I want a new one every year. Wait…I hear yelling from the other end of the house. Shhhhh! That’s my husband hollering that I’m not allowed to have more doodles. Dang it! Busted again.
[singlepic id=1216 w=300 h=300 float=right]Fine. I’ll just hang out with as many new doodle owners as I can find. Seriously, I don’t know why you would call me obsessed! It’s an unfair characterization. Just because I hang out with doodle owners, take pictures and am incessantly posting something, either here or on Instagram…I can’t see why you would say I have a problem. I don’t have a problem!
I can quit any time I want. I can.
[singlepic id=1206 w=300 h=300 float=left]Oh fine, I can’t. Whatever. Here are the pictures, even though you are being really mean and making me confess all my weaknesses.
In the meantime, I’d like to point out that at the end of this day I had double the number of doodles I normally have–even if I only got to keep that extra two for a few days. Still. It was a small victory.