I’m getting a new, larger crate. I’m going to line it with the best memory foam mattress, and it’s going to be plush.
And then, I’m crawling in, and locking the gate. And I’m not coming out for Three. Whole. Weeks.
Okay, not really.
We’ve come to the decision that it’s time to spay her. (As Janie does the Happy Dance!) We’d love to have one of her pups; however, weighing a litter of champion bloodline GSP’s vs. all the rescue dogs needing homes just does not compute.
We love dogs. I wish every rescue dog would find a home. And we’re just not going to contribute to the overpopulation issue.