As promised, I passed Winnie and Wendell on to their next foster parent on Monday. I kinda miss our temporary puppies, but I'm kinda glad to catch up on my sleep and pay attention to our permanent pet residents at the 1952 house. Here are a few more photos of the fatties.
Wendell's legs aren't long enough or strong enough to carry his fat puppy tummy just yet.
Dragging oneself around the heating pad can be oh-so-tiring.
Winnie wants to hold her bottle like a big girl, but her little legs are too short.
