So how do you pick out a puppy from this mess of 4 week old cuteness?
|Bailey is the one laying down by the stove, watching the action|
I didn’t. The puppy picked me. I got on the floor to get a good look at these guys. They were all interested in playing with each other, as puppies are.
Except for one. One looked at me, walked over, crawled into my lap, and fell asleep.
I picked that one, but I always say he picked me.
|My friend Andrea holding Bailey, one of his siblings wanting in on the action|
|Bailey doing his thing|