Booger?

So, last night, the dogs barked and barked and barked...

and barked some more...

And this morning, as we were blasting out the door, on the way to school,

the kid says "Mom, there's a puppy out here!"

And I'll just be darned if he wasn't right.

Yep,,, this is a story that repeats itself, here on the farm, far too often for my sensibilities.

But there she is...

No denying that there's a little puppy on the porch.... big eyes, so ugly that she's adorable.

After school, I get home to find the kid, playing with her.... calling her Booger...

convinced that she's got ADHD... but I see him rub her little head with his big hand...

and giggle when she comes around the corner of the house toting a kitten...

(WAIT!~  that's a BAD thing....)



Yes, you do get tired of this drop off thing... really, really tired of it

but it's hard not to warm up to a wiggly little puppy.

Sigh...