Anyway, the three boys of my kids' Boston Terror litter are still with us, making the world safe from my feet, which they seem to think are fair game whenver I visit..
I wish I could get more pictures, like when they peek over the edge of the couch hoping for some bit of my popcorn..but nearly every time I aim the camera, they move too fast and I'm left with a shot of nothing but the rug.
We are trying to refrain from naming them, since they are going out to new homes (not a done deal yet, but there have been many inquiries and after all the little guys are just 8 wks)
we can't help giving them temporary names:
the half-white-faced one we call "Half n half" (Haffy for short)
and one of the others is Scrappy Jr., although I can never tell for sure which.
They are indeed my grandpuppies--my granddaughter has observed, "They like you, Nana!"-- and they crack me up.