I came across some extremely cute pictures of Molly when she was just twelve weeks old. We’d only had her for a day and were still terrified that we’d get it all wrong. But we must have got something right, as Molly’s now three and seems to be doing just fine. We’re exhausted and gibbering wrecks, mind you, but the dog’s peachy.
Our new addition (left)
Huh?
Always alert
Note the nice, comfy (and empty) pen on the left!
But it’s all soooooo tiring!
