So I had to give away Estrella today. Well, give her back anyway, much better trained than when I got her if I don't say so myself. And wonder and behold, my brother-in-law and new sister-in-law pulled out of their truck a wee little puppy they picked up in Mexico. She's for you they said, if you want her. If not, we'll happily take her home. Has anyone ever been faced with the wee-ist smallest little dog and turned around and said no? I know it's happened, but I just can't fathom it.
So now I have a puupy. woohoo! Here's the problem. The breeder told them this little guy was a three month old maltese. From the looks of him, I'd say he's no more than a month and he's got brown spots which makes me pretty sure he's NOT a Maltese. Not that it matters much. I like a good mutt, but I worry for the poor guy. He's obviously much too young to be away from his mom. I've got him all bundled up in my lap right now and I'll post pictures as soon as I get a handy dandy digital camera. For now, you'll just have to belive he's the cutest damn thing you've ever seen. Pancho, that's his name. Panchito.
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