This is how Lucy spent the entirety of last night’s puppy playgroup: hovering somewhere between “over it” and “unconscious”, snuggled up in her new carrying bag. I swear, that dog would never get out of her carrying case if she had her druthers: she just loves them (and I think she likes watching puppy playgroup more than participating – she usually ends up on my lap after about twenty minutes or so). Last night, Morgan gave me the case that Cooper outgrew, and Lucy hopped right in. And stayed there. All night.
Love
