I remember when I brought Chocolatini home. She was barely three months old, and she weathered the eleven hour flight, three hour train, and twenty minute bus ride with an amazing amount of aplomb for a three month old puppy. In fact, she managed it better than most humans I know.
She was an adorable bundle of fur, and the flight attendants “barely” counted her as a dog due to her small size- she was so tiny that they couldn’t really argue that she needed to remain in her carrying case at all times. My proof of that is this picture, which is one of my favourites.
Fastforward a year and a half, and she is two kilos of joy and a day or two shy of being a mother herself.
This is something which is both exciting and terrifying for me.
On the one hand- she’s adorable, and her capacity for the creation of further adorable with this fine gentledog here is unquestionable. Their children may break the cute barrier when they fluff up-
On the other hand, I am terrified to death! She’s my baby girl, and she’s so small and precious. I’ve never assisted in puppy labour before, and I’ve never had newborn puppies before, and this is a lot of responsibility.
This is Chocolatini-
Which is apparently starting now, she’s begun panting in earnest.