The holidays are always a stressful time of year. There is so much to be done, and the days are so short, and people get so crazy. Wal-mart stampede? So, so wrong.
So, what do you do when you're broke, and tired, and short on time? Well, if you are wacko, you go to your local animal shelter, and get you a Puppy!!!
I really can't say why, exactly, but when I 'accidentally' looked at the Person County Animal Control website, this wrinkly little face just kinda got me. Miss Maybelle is around five months old, a Shar pei crossed with something tiny and speckled-beagle, maybe? In fact, she is so little, she hardly counts as another dog, even, so there.
In all seriousness, it was time to either get a puppy, or forget about it, as the other dogs are now twelve and fourteen years old. They are still spry enough to deal with the kid, but poor Otis has already thrown his back out whipping around to snap at her. He will be just fine with some rest and good biscuits, but I wish he would quit looking at me with that "What have I ever done to deserve this?" face. Really, it will all be all right though, as she is perfectly sweet, and a darn good pup.