When my husband came home the other day and took out his cellphone to show me some pictures, I knew they must be Very Special Pictures. He has no tolerance for cellphones outside of making and receiving calls and, whereas I’ll take 50 pictures a week with mine to get one or two keepers, I can count the number of times he’s used his phone’s camera on one hand.
He’d been out to do an air conditioning job and the pictures were of the homeowner’s puppy, which my husband fell instantly head-over-heels in love with. Of course he can’t remember the breed, but it looks like a shaggy sheepdog, only small. Smaller than our Mini, actually, and oh so adorable.
This one’s blurry but I include it because it gives some (admittedly fuzzy) clues as to the puppy’s size.
He said it had one of those cutesy hybrid names, like Goldendoodle (only not that, of course), so I’ve been Googling, to no avail. But he’s been talking about this dog for two days, so it’s probably a good thing I can’t find it. The last thing I need is another pillow-lounging, fleece blanket-hogging diva doggy.