Little Breeds RULE!

We started of this week quite easy. Gypsy and Brute had the place to themselves.

But as we progressed into the week, our numbers increased. And my, my, you should see the sizes coming in - from Fudge (a St. Bernard) to Toffee (a Shih Tzu) to Obi (a Dachshund)!

It's been a good week and while most are going to be here through the next, we have a predominance of the little breeds - Apsos, Shih tzus, dach and young spaniels! Fun to see these little ones throwing attitude among giant ones! Our Fudge-y is an extremely sweet fellow and doesn't trouble ANYBODY. So it's hard to get a pic of him with one of the little breeds. But we hope to find that moment soon!

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