Woof, woof, woof.
It was mid-day; Max was usually on patrol duty around that time. His vigorous woofing woke the rest of the snoozing pack… and in unison, we barked our greetings to someone at the gate.
It was Madame A; she held a stuffed-toy. Err… the seemingly stuffed animal smelled like a 5-month old male pup who had Adobo for breakfast.
Aww… what a cutie… Hey, he looked like someone we know. (*All eyes on Max)
Doh… the resemblance was unmistakable. Madame A confirmed that Max was indeed Hopper’s sire.
Congrats Max; it’s a boy.
Have a nice Saturday.♥
x0x0x Vanilla Bean
P.S. — Overseer is trying a new theme as suggested by Blogging 101 course.