Somewhere in the Ozarks, I met these two. I worried for about ten seconds that they’d be upset at us photographing in their territory, until they started begging for petting. They were clean and well taken care of, and we had a grand time. Mister Husband snapped an alternate view here, and had to stop me from becoming a puppy rustler when it was time to leave.

I loves the puppies. And the puppies love me.