Please tell me that mama was the Rottweiler because my uterus aches in empathy the other way.
Please tell me that mama was the Rottweiler because my uterus aches in empathy the other way.
Hugs to you, and to sweet Murph. He looks like the goo-iest of goo doggies.
We did! Our dog was our ringbearer! He was my first dog, and pretty much my first baby. I couldn’t imagine having my wedding without him, and because we had an outdoor, morning/ early afternoon (short) ceremony and luncheon I felt the conditions were suitable for letting him be part of the action. I had the florist…
And deprive myself of 3459780 more photos of adorable doggies? N E V E R! (But yes, I am now planning a “wedding snakes” post, please tell me more wedding snake stories, you guys.)
I think you can close the comments now. We’re not gonna get better than this.
She’s pretty much the mayor of our New Orleans neighborhood...and not sad at all! She beats all the dogs in fetch at the park!
Here for the cute babby photos, please post away.
Oh God, oh God, oh God dogs on wheels, dogs on wheels, dogs on wheels. (My husband has to hold me whenever I see dogs on wheels, they make me so sad!!)
DOGS AND KILTS HOLY CRAP
I wait with bated breath for all of you to make my Tuesday and prove again that the world is a just and beautiful place through pictures of puppies.