Holy crap! I was on FB this morning when I got a notification that my breeder posted on my timeline:
Please note that my 17 year old son was NOT amused by my description of our puppy swimming in placenta. In my defense, I can only state that it’s his daddy’s fault.
Here’s a conversation that happened yesterday afternoon, between Erin, Jay and I…in multiple chat windows:
Erin: This is one of the most anticipated animals on the planet.
Nat: Yeah…it’s really gonna be bad…I’m going to be so annoying. I feel bad for all people.
Erin: The amount of pictures…
Nat: Yeah…I know. 🙁
Jay: Yeah, it’s going to be ridiculous
Nat: Yeah. I know.
Jay: It’s already ridiculous, and he’s currently swimming in placenta.
And so, as you can CLEARLY see, that shit wasn’t my fault.
In other news…
WE FINALLY DECIDED ON A NAME!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen– we have finally come to an agreement. While we had a few that were in the running for some time, we’ve decided on the name, “Diesel”.
He’s going to be fucking awesome. And because she’s amazing– here’s a closer shot of Willow– who is, RIGHT THIS MINUTE letting Diesel swim around.