On Sunday we had the incredible fortune of meeting a friends new pair of puppies. Eight week old chihuahua pups can only be described as "ridiculously cute." Seriously, there is just no other way to put it. They romped and played and bounced about three feet high and every time Lily caught one for a second, she'd squeeze the crap out of it's head. We'd tell her to please touch the puppy gently, please don't scare it, please use only one hand, PLEASE DON'T SQUEEZE THE DAMN PUPPY'S HEAD. Really, we were that nice and patient! But I'd tell her, turn my back for a moment and look back to find her loving a puppy so hard I feared it's little head would pop straight off, arc through the air and land in my friends lap, scarring us all for life and making her not like me anymore. Sigh.
At least I managed to get a few shots of Lily, which I'm sure will be used as evidence against her in her upcoming PETA trial:
Yes, it looks like love. And it is. It's just rough love. Poor puppy.
One of the puppies pleading for it's life.
Listening as she's told AGAIN not to squeeze the puppy, but just waiting for us to turn our backs, so she can strike again.
See what I mean?
No puppies were harmed in the making of this post. Not sure I'll be able to say the same for future tales. Please pray for the puppies.