Cavachon Review (Or we get mail!) "Life Is Wonderful With Paper Moon!"

Hi Terry!

Just a quick check-in as tomorrow is our third week with Paper Moon,
now Holly. She is just the cleverest, funniest, most enjoyable pup
imaginable. Our kids are bananas about her, my husband and I adore
her, and we are so very happy to have this sweet girl in our family.

I wanted to share a cute story about our girl. Holly is so bright and
now knows the commands come, sit, stay, crate up, fetch, leave it,
hush, sit pretty, and of course, do your business. However, Holly is
an independent girl, and one who prefers the cozy warmth of her bed to
the chilly fall mornings. Who wants to go outside to do your business
when it's still dark, anyway? But out we go after breakfast, and out
we stay until business is done.

Terry, do you know what Holly did this morning? She faked doing her
business. Holly made her way to the business mulch, tucked her bottom
down, and pretended to pee. Then trotted merrily up the steps, with a
victorious canine grin. She was so pleased with herself I almost
didn't have the heart to call her out on it. Almost.

We have a fabulous character and a wonderful buddy for Sweet Briar.
The pups are thick as thieves and we are all beyond delighted.

I hope all is well with you in Puppyville. Thank you again for this sweetie.

Warmly,
Breanna

I Feel Sorry For The Neighbor's Golden Retriever...

Max is such a handsome dog.

I'm sure he's an entirely good natured and kind fellow as almost all of his breed certainly are...

The problem is that Agatha, who's declared herself the matriarch of Foxglove (she'll be nine her next birthday) has decided that he is a potential intruder and threat to the current litter of puppies,

(more likely, she thinks he may be a potential threat to her biscuit tin with it's vast assortment of doggie goodies).

She spends an inordinate amount of time sitting staring out the mudroom window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the interloper (who is the meekest of dogs by the way), I have to laugh at the little drama that unfolds. he seems enthralled with the puppies and anytime they are out for a romp he tries to visit), I see him up on the hill behind our house, gazing wistfully down at the babies...

Suddenly Agatha spies him and launches like a tiny tigress defending her young,,,

"WOOF WOOF WOOF"

goes she, racing up the the dividing fence and sliding to a stop she shouts warnings and threats as Max beats a hasty retreat up to the safety of his back yard where he lies rather mournfully in a sad golden heap.

Max lies in a sad golden heap.

Well satisfied with herself, little miss trots over to the babies (who have watched all this with great interest),.  

She touches noses with them as if to reassure them all is well

(of course they never had any doubt) 

"Yes, you're safe now" say's she "I've dispatched that bad dog from next door". 

Back into the mudroom she trots to resume her vigil.

"One can't ever be too careful" says she.