a fun test

[pyrsandponies]

So, our breeder picked two potential show quality bitches from Gypsy's litter. They are Miss Puppy's sisters, and one of them is going to be our puppy. We have selected the dog (unanimous agreement from breeder, Mom, Dad and Me.)

But I have decided that you all need to go through the same paroxysms of cute! and Which ONE?! that we did.

So, here are the two puppies. Which one did we choose?



Puppy #1











Puppy #2









The answer will be posted after 3PM PDT. ;).

Comments

[raithen.livejournal.com]

ya, I thought that about the tattoo, myself.

and yes - we were fortunate to be adopted by her. Dad just knew she was in the rafters, so we started putting food out, and when I was home for Christmas Dad and I set up a ladder and we climbed up and I went up and wooed her over.... And as they say, the rest is history.

Tigger adopted us, too -- she arrived as an urban stray when I was six. My Gr 1 teacher, Sister Carol, had come for lunch and as we were saying goodbye, she said 'is this kitten yours?' -- as the cat who would be named Tigger rubbed against her legs. My sister and I were enthralled and insisted on bringing her inside and feeding her ground beef.

Mom and Dad made us put her outside for the night "what if she has a home? If she comes back, you can keep her." She came back, and stayed 22 years - through 5 moves! She died 1 week after my Grampa, who she also loved, and spent a LOT of time with. I think that she knew he needed a cat in heaven, and that it was time.

[rolypolypony.livejournal.com]

STOP MAKING ME CRY!!!!

[raithen.livejournal.com]

sorry! she was SOOO special. And we found her curled up in a blanket. She looked really really peaceful, which made it no less sad, but a little easier, somehow. She had a full and wonderful life!

I remember when we got my grampa a little boston terrier pup, Phoebe. Grampa lived in a cabin on our property, so Phoebe would sometimes come into our kitchen. And Tigger, who was bigger than Phoebe, would take Phoebe into one corner of the kitchen, then she'd carefully retract her claws, sit on her haunches and BAT Phoebe's head back and forth, back and forth, super fast, PUSHING her across the entire diaganol of the kitchen. Poor phoebe would get to the other side all dizzy and stunned, but she still like Tigger, for some reason. Tigger did that with Sheena, our boxer pup, too. But then Sheena got bigger than Tigger, and well.... ;)

[lietya.livejournal.com]

Aww, what a sweet story for Tigger as well. The universe knew when you needed friends.... and I love the idea that Tigger knew Grampa needed a cat in heaven.

"accidental cats" are fun. :) We went to the shelter one week to the day after our beloved and too young cat died, and Ophelia reached through the bars and literally grabbed my husband's arm - we hadn't planned on taking home a cat, but she's been living happily with us for three years now anyway!