Saturday, June 28, 2008


Just before I left work today, a puppy was thrust before me with a breathless "He needs a foster home for a week or two. Do you want him?....".
Well what could I do?

Meet Panda, he is about 5 weeks and a total rolly poly bundle of puppy.

Darwin was so weird. It was like First Contact or something.
Whining, drooling, running into the kitchen, poking her head around the corner, looking disappointed he was still there snuffling away.

She got to the point of following him and play bowing so there is hope he won't become the next brief lived squeaky toy.
They are both asleep now so I don't think she is too affronted by the teeny tiny interloper.