As I sit here at my computer, Justice is fast asleep beside me. I can’t stand how cute that chubs of a dog is. Have I told you how much I love my puppies? And no technically they aren’t puppies anymore. Libby is 7 and Justice is 4. I just still think of them as puppies. Probably like parents always picture their children as babies. It’s hard to think of them growing up. (The puppies, not the kids.)
That they don’t mind when I shove my camera in their faces 200 times a day.
These are good dogs. Actually, they are amazing dogs. And I couldn’t imagine life without them.