This weekend, I got to visit my friend Cita and meet her new puppy. She and her husband had three dogs, one of whom passed away in the part few months. It was a really sad time for all, and even I had to admit that I really loved Buddy. He would sit next to me on their couch and cuddle. You have to love a dog who did that. Of course, it's entirely possible that he wasn't so much "cuddling" as "trying to get me off his couch".
Here are the photos I took at Cita's house:
Below is Junebug, the new puppy. She's a rescued pit bull, and has the softest fur I've ever felt on a pit. She's sweet and energetic and extremely fascinated with the world:
Next is Colie. I don't know what kind of dog he is. He followed Cita's husband home and just decided to stay. Cita and her husband think he might be part fox. He certainly looks it! The worst thing about him is that he's SO soft and fuzzy, but doesn't really like to be pet:
Finally, we come to Chessa (short for Chesapeake). She's the first pit bull I ever met. I was scared to death to meet her, because I had heard all the horror stories about this breed. I went to Cita's parents' house to meet her the first time. My nerves were obvious. Luckily for me, so were hers. She looked at me, sniffed my hand, and went into the other room to lay down. Chessa is about as dangerous as a towel. Now she and I are best buddies, and every time I go to Cita's, she runs to me and drives me to distraction for pets and to stand close enough to me that she often sits on my foot:
This is a close-up of her adorable head:
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