Take it from me, when you’re part of a litter there are not many downsides. There’s always someone to play with when you’re happy or cuddle with when you’re tired. Here are some of my puppy friends at their most adorable.
I told you before if I can’t be upfront, I need to find some way to get noticed. This flower smells like my ticket to stardom.
He’s our baby bro, so the next joker who starts singing, “One of these things is not like the others,” is going to see my scary side.
I wanted to wear pink this time. Why do I always have to wear green?
You guys, stop looking at the camera. There is definitely something moving in the grass. Guys. GUYS!
You are confusing my ear with a chew toy, and you’re getting me all slobbery.
So, are we sitting or laying down? You guys pay attention! This is taking forever.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say that our mom had too much chocolate milk when she was expecting.
I call this one the double bye-bye wave. It’s cuter when I stand up, but I’m tired.
It’s so bright out here. Can someone find us seven pairs of very small shades?
You better not be planning on four cats for the rest of Hanukkah!
Pssst. You guys might want to wake up and move. The baseball game is starting and you look like a base.
It’s way more comfortable up here. You guys should try it, but then we’d just be a puppy stack.
They say blondes have more fun. When I hang out with these guys, things get crazy – unless we’re napping.
We like our favorite sticks organized by size. The big ones are for group chews.
I used to get mad when they called us Fuzzy Face, but then I look in the mirror and it’s true. Also, we’re adorable.
Someone wake up Jasper. If he messes up his hair and make-up, this photoshoot is never going to end!
I’m really sorry guys. I was told there would be a balloon attached to the basket.
Okay kids, the mattress testing is over for today. Kids? Kids?
I think we started the Conga line too late in the day.
I look like a comma on a puppy page.
What can I say? The ladies love to cuddle our fuzzy cheeks.
I asked my kids to demonstrate the three best sleeping positions. Now I can’t wake them up!
No Botox here! We may be young, but we earned these wrinkles.
It started with us trying to find out what smells so good in the laundry basket. Turns out it was lavender for peaceful dreaming.
The invitation said “Formal”, so we all wore our good pearls.
Okay, who passed gas? You can all pretend to be asleep, but I smelt it so one of you dealt it.
Whose bright idea was it for us to sleep this way? Now everyone is sleeping next to a butt.