After my cat, who was with me for 14 years, passed away a few weeks ago, I didn’t think I would introduce a new pet into the family for a long time. That thought didn’t last long. Meet Snoopy.
Snoopy is a 3 year old Yorkie, who looks nothing like a Snoopy. A little bouncing ball of yapping fur is more like it. He’s also like another child, which is exactly what I need.
But he chases after Abby like she’s the best thing on earth. And he snuggles up to me at bedtime. And those teeth that stick out of his mouth in a ferocious smile like that are hilarious. He’s quickly found his own place in our home. So he’s not bad, and I suppose he’s awfully cute. Just don’t tell him I think so.