Today I brought home these two puppies:
They were part of an "oops" litter turned into rescue. They are purebred Great Pyrenees, and at twelve weeks old, they already weigh over 30 pounds each. That means they're likely to be well over 100 pounds when they are full grown.
Fluffy white puppies are fun. I'm having a hard time putting them down. They're sweet and cuddly and I love them.
The boy, who I've been calling Iggy, is the more outgoing of the two. He's going to another foster home tomorrow morning.
The girl, who I named Izzy, is a bit more shy. She will be staying with me until she gets adopted. I'm pretty sure that'll be no more than one week, because so far we've received about 500 adoption applications for her. Okay, maybe not quite that many. But I know we have at least two that are pre-approved and it's just a matter of me finding time to meet with the potential adopters.
Ziggy, to see if I can convince anyone to adopt him instead. Think it will work?