The inevitable first break out happened this morning. There were puppies wandering all over the room and I scooped them up, putting them back into the puppy pen. Then I counted...one, two.......eight. It kept coming up eight no matter hw often I counted. Where was the ninth? Not under the bed. Not behind the desk. Could it have somehow gotten out the door? A check into the living room revealed the culprit. Key Boy had found Corky's snuggle bed and was settling in. He gave the sweetest tail wag and smile when he realized he was busted. I had to put him back anyway.
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Cheryl with Corky,
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