So about two years ago I bought Stacy a little dog. She was the cutest little dog, we named her Coco after Stacy's imaginary best friend growing up (1/2 yorkie + 1/2 shi-tzu= 1 shi-tzkie). She grew to be quite the good looking girl.
As time past we thought she could sure use a friend. So, a year later we convinced her parents to buy a shi-tzu. He, Bandit, was also a cute little dog. Emphasis on the "he".
Stacy and I got to keep Bandit with us for about 6 months while her parents finished a job down in Mexico. They quickly became the best of friends. They would play all day with each other and the big dog Daisey.
As time went on the two became very close. Soon enough Stacy's parents returned from Mexico and Bandit was sent away to live with them. It was lonely at first for Coco, but she did still have Daisey to play with. She had her visits to see Bandit on Sundays and the occassional weekday. Then, over Thanksgiving while Stacy and I were away (I am sure you have read the previous posts since we don't update our blog much), we left our beloved, pure, and innocent Coco with Stacy's parents....
When we returned I could see the innocence lost in her eyes. I don't know what they allowed to happen over that holiday weekend, but it couldn't have been pretty. Soon Coco was gaining weight and eating bannana, pickle and peanut butter sandwiches. Well on Sunday night, about 4 days earlier than we thought, Coco had two puppies.
Both boys.
