The latest round of foster puppies went back today. Neither my heart, nor my kitchen tile, will ever be the same. So sad to see them go.
The puppy in the left photo (also on the right in the right photo) lived to be held and carried everywhere, and immediately went limp against anyone's neck who held him. The other puppy, who I believe is part Chow, is much more independent, prefers to sit next to you instead of on your lap. But he loved to be pet, which is good because his fur is the densest, softest substance on Earth. I spent hours watching TV, petting petting petting him.
It was fun having them around. They're healthy now, off to be adopted, gone. NEXT.
PS: If you don't understand this post title's play on Neil Diamond, you need to listen to his music more.