The good thing about the end of daylight savings is that you get back that hour stolen in April. The bad thing is that by the time I get home from work, it’s dusk. I wanted to give the puppies a few minutes outside, so I grabbed them and carried their pudgy little bodies out the front door. They played and explored and picked up twigs and leaves. Eventually, I picked them up again and we came in. I bent over to put them back in the puppy box. Just as I set them down, I realized I was looking at a pair of big brown eyes inside the crate in the pen. Man, he wants to be with his babies — or he wants all of their cool toys. C’mon Chase, get out of there!
Then while I was upstairs posting the photo of Chase in the crate, he was downstairs, on the hearth, and had pulled down the puppy curtain so he could watch his boyz. This dog needs a job!