One day I'll be surrounded by their partners and spouses, their
children (some human and as my
oldest has assured me only
fur babies for her) and this love will be multiplied more than I can fathom.
So, when that sweet eight - week -
old fur face turns into a rowdy, untrained adolescent that steals toys and socks, jumps on guests, knocks over the
children, sheds like crazy, grabs wrists or chews inappropriately, many families realize too late that this is not the dog for them after all, and turn to rescue for help.