We have had a wonderful time for nine weeks with our beautiful puppies. Four were taken to their new homes a couple weeks ago. Five were picked up on Christmas Eve to be presents under the tree for excited little children. It was so much fun to be a part of so many families Christmas' this year.
We will never forget our pups. Last night Kennedie was in the basement with Grandpa Mogle and the two of them were watching "Where The Red Fern Grows". I don't know what Grandpa was thinking on that one. The lion killed the dog and Kenna turned to him and said, "Grandpa, all my puppies are GONE", and just started bawling. He was cuddling her when I got to her. She was unconsolable and kept crying over and over to me, "the cute little puppy died".
Thankfully, Santa brought both Reagan and Kenna a stuffed puppy of their own to love now. Reagan has named hers Madi, and Kenna's is Cutie Pie. We are moving on... but we will miss our little furballs.
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