I have a new Great-Grandpuppy. He arrived this week after much negotiation between father and daughter.
My son writes: "His name is Taz, as in Tazmanian Devil. He's nine months old. He's a Puggle - 1/2 Pug and 1/2 Beagle. He was supposed to be house trained, but he must have forgotten his training on the way home. He's had a couple of accidents in the house already. We picked him up on Friday and we've had a steady stream of visitors ever since. Other than the accidents he's been very good. He doesn't bark, doesn't chew the furniture and listens pretty well. You'll have to come and see him soon!"
So I haven't met the little guy yet, but think he's adorable. My granddaughter has a smile that measures from ear to ear. Did you ever notice how happiness spreads?
Welcome, Taz!
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