or is it?? The kids are grown and have left the nest. You are home alone and feel the need of a companion -- someone to be there when you come home, someone to keep your feet warm and love you unconditionally. So one day you leave the house for awhile and you come home with this
They don't come much cuter than that. So things go along great for nine months or so and then you think how great it would be for your four legged guy to have a playmate so you volunteer with the local shelter and one day you come home with this.
An explosive bundle of fur who loves to jump on you and uses the coffee table for a bed and plays with the dog until he looks at you as if saying -- can you take him back? I'm ready for a nap. He 's been here for almost a month, has settled in quite nicely and he had better hurry up and get adopted before he totally captures my heart. He is a sweet dog even if he does jump in the fish pond (or maybe Gibbs pushed him in) and bark at anything that goes by our house, and is still full of puppyness. Gibbs and I will both miss him when he leaves.
Being a foster parent is not easy but it sure is a lot of fun: