Scotch was one overly loved dog (you can never love one too much). This explains all the drama my sisters and I have been in the past couple of weeks. Anyway, we decided we should convert that drama into something more positive. Like, maybe, back to love.
And now is the time to shut up and let these photos do the explaining.
Meet Kidlat, our new guard dog and my father’s second son-to-be. Silver toy poodle, four months old, snob, noisy, acrophobic and sleeps on your chest. Looks like trash (and I intend to keep him that way) but smells like a baby.
He’s due for a real photoshoot too.