It was kinda like moving day, taking down all the puppy stuff today. Sort of sad, but in a good way. A bunch of people got furry bundles of joy (for now, anyway), and we spent a hot afternoon remembering all the funny stuff as we took down the pen.
An empty nest, yet still filled with furry bundles of joy - just older ones
|The now empty deck, with the Xpens and mats and all loaded into the putt-putt awaiting a ride to the old red barn for storage|
|Once full of puppy growls and barks (and some howls), now empty except for the damn yellowjackets buzzing around us as we worked|
|Those of you who spent enough time here knew about the puppy hole by the side of the garage - now filled in, no longer with furry puppy butts but plain ol' dirt and gravel|