Yesterday we went for a Sunday afternoon drive in the country to a beautiful farm in Leipers Fork, Tennessee, that is owned by one of the hubby’s clients. The lovely Miss Connie, who works for the client and who I have heard about for years, was our hostess. She had made a a big batch of two kinds of cookies, plus the best strawberry jello Cool Whip concoction ever. How is it that I have made it to 39 years of age without ever having that stuff?
Besides the horses and ponies and barn cats, the big draw was the farm’s newest residents: two adorable 9-week-old Corgis. Little girls and puppies go together like Dora and Boots, like Captain and Tenille, like Jack and Coke.
Miss C and Mr. C, AKA Casey The Completely Adorable Puppy
Repeat after me, “We will not get another dog. We will not get another dog. We will not get another dog.”
Puppies, especially, are a lot of work, and not merely cute photo props. Not to mention the fact that we have a psycho old biddy dog who would probably pee in the puppy chow. She is the queen bitch of our house and her glorious reign of supreme psycho bitchiness will not be undermined by some sassy young stud who already knows his way with the ladies.