A few weeks ago, my parents rescued (literally) a tiny, little dog.
Meet Charlie. Some sort of shih tzu/maltese mix. He has completely wormed his way into my Mom and Dad's hearts!
Charlie came to our house for Thanksgiving -- his first real trip to a new house. And his first introduction to Jenny and Jo-Jo.
There was some concern.
Jenny . . . weighs 75 pounds.
Jo-Jo . . . is closing in on 55 pounds.
Charlie . . . barely moves the scales at . . . 5 pounds!
They could eat him for lunch . . .
But they didn't! In fact, all three got along very well . . . and especially Jo-Jo and Charlie, who played games in their own puppy way all day. (Jenny-the-Tolerant mostly pretended they were Not There.)
Puppies . . . are puppies!
And with that, NaBloPoMo concludes. See you Monday.