Now I know what you are thinking...an anklebiter...really? Well here is the story. I needed to go to the pet store the other night to pick up some Elodea (my students are studying cells right now.) So we coax Sir Hugh into going by suggesting that we would look at the puppies while we were there. He more than agreed and so we were off. When we get there, the perfect storm of circumstances align. First, there were several puppies in a container in the floor because their cage was being cleaned so they are open for public displays of cuddling. One of them was sort being ignored or outcast by the other (the underdog) and Tiffany said, "Can we hold him?" I knew I was in trouble when I heard her say, "He looks like peanut butter," and then the dog had a name. Long story short, we deliberated, decided, and dished out...much money that is for this little gremlin-looking puppy.
The good thing about it is that so far he is taking quite well to his new surroundings here at Rancho Duttonero. He is pad-trained with house-breaking coming soon. He is happy, bouncy, and better than a new toy as far as Sam is concerned.
Here we see the puppy pad where Peanut Butter does his business (one of them any way, they are strategically placed throughout the house.) Yes, that is my shoe. Now I do wear a size 14, but still that is a tiny puppy.
And just to make sure he is a Dutton through and through...here is the newest member about to take a nap.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...check!
Presents were purchased....check?!
and visited....CHECK!!
