This is one of the last group photos we had with Buchta while she was still doing well, she died 12 days later.

Puppy pile!

I have tried to convince myself of this since I was a child. Now, as an adult living with four sticky children, "a wanna be full-time farmer" husband, and a sometimes sticky dog, I still don't believe it.
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How can anyone not want a puppy when looking at these pics?
I still don't want one, but I might let Seneca's pick lick me and not cringe.
I'm with Mary. I think I could tolerate some puppy slobber from one of those little cuties.
Tell Seneca I'm always a sucker for the runts, too.
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