My Saturday seemed pretty normal. The day went along like normal. Ate some good food, dispersed some time outs, did some garden planning. Thats normal, right?
Well, clearly things changed at about 8 or so that night. I am still sticking with the story that somebody spiked my sweet tea. And it musta been with something pretty darn strong. Because somehow, what began as a little internet adventure in search of the dog behind this commercial, landed me at this site. How can that be, you say? Well, Im not really sure. All I know is that I was feeling a little dizzy and my head was spinning a bit.....but yet, I kept looking.
What happens next is still a little fuzzy to me. Sunday morning comes along and all I know is that I came home from the grocery store and the kids had their coats on, the snack basket was packed, the water bottles filled, and S had made me a turkey and swiss sandwich. (To Go).
A few hours later and after many, many heartstrings had been pulled, we were headed back home, but now as a family of 6.
Friends, meet Darby. Shes about 8 weeks old and the cutest thing you ever did see.
We rescued Darby from a no kill shelter about an hour away from our house. Her mama had been found in a live trap. Somebody called the shelter and they went out to rescue her....and, well, the rest is history. She ended up having 7 pups in her litter. 5 boys and 2 girls. Darby was the last one left. She was also the second to the smallest.
See? She weighs in at a hefty 3 lbs.
It was a long day for little Darby. She is all tuckered out.
But come this morning? Id have to say she was all rested up.
There were a few growls at the couch.
Some definite escape paths routed out.
Her and J shared some secrets.
And she had some belly rubs.
Come here, Darby.
Yeah, thats it.
Okay, well, thats a little too close.
And, of course, she chewed on her bone.
She was so fast at times that I couldnt even get her in the picture.
And about the point where I was about ready to succumb to pure exhaustion....she managed to do it first.