|The first day at our house... She was a little brown pup.|
|My husband getting licked|
|4 months old... starting to see some wheat color.|
|She sits under the table waiting for scraps.|
|My two most loyal followers patiently wait for|
any food to fall.
|I know that she doesn't have a wheaten cut,|
but it is easier to manage her fur this way and we
can see those beautiful brown eyes.