From Gab:
Yeah, that ought to do it . . . hard to be depressed when they’re driving you nuts!
Peter
The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Not as bad as Maligators, but close… Save the furniture because the shoes are gone… LOL
Given that our girl, when she was about 18 months old, ate a freaking wall… I'm with Old NFO on this one. I love puppies, but I love them more when I can play with them and then give them back to their owners.
If they were Keeshonds, I would agree! Great dogs.
Thinking of aggravating in-laws (but with nice kids) and a Christmas present they'd never speak to me again after opening.
Make it a box of Giant Schnauzer puppies, and you've got a deal! Lol.
Although, now that I think about it, a box of Golden Retriever puppies might *actually* qualify as a pharmaceutical grade antidepressant… either way (Giant Schnauzer, Golden Retriever, or both) the result is: *happy sigh* 😀
Aaaahhh-h-h!! Madhouse Puppies Invasion!!…