My Fluffy Balls of Happines

I. Am. So. Sorry.  That last post was painful to read.  Very very very bad writing.  As an apology please accept this even more terrible rant about my puppies.

I love my puppies to death. Currently have two puppies, a Morkie who looks like this:

Slightly inaccurate image Creditted to Olympia OLX

and a Husky-Lab that looks like this:

Image Creditted to  Dog Breed Info

The Morkie's name is Ginger and the Husky-Lab's name is Eddie.  Ginger is adorable and completely brilliant.  She does this really cute tilt-y thing with her head when she is confused.  We got Ginger at a school auction where they were giving her away.  She was smaller than two of my hands and couldn't figure out how to bark. Seriously.  She would just kinda softly purr like a cat with a little bit of whine thrown in.  Unfortunately my sister taught her how. :(  Ginger is my little ball of happiness.  I love that chick.

Eddie technically isn't a puppy anymore, since he's about 13.  He has these little fits of youth once in a while when he runs around the house and starts barking.  He's precious.  Eddie had a lot of issues when he was little, because he was abused as a puppy and abandoned.  When we first got him he would chew or claw his way out of any room or crate we left him in.  The first crate he chewed through was like this one, except we ended up putting heavy-duty crowbar to keep the door shut. Eddie ended up bending the crowbar and chewing through the side of the plastic.  We ended up just making sure that there was always someone there with him ao that he wouldn't destroy the house.  I love the big guy though, he's my baby.

Thanks to Ginger and Eddie they make me not hate on people most of the time :)

Until next week!
Anna