Resistance is Futile

Back when I first met the puppies, I was all, “We are so not getting puppies”.  And then when they came to live with us as foster puppies, our chubby Labrador, Cage, was all, “I am so not down with the puppies”.  And even when Bella made it her mission to win Cage over, and Lucy was working hard to win my vote, we were both all, “No way, puppies, our hearts are made of stone”.

But then, you know, well, I have good reasons, and… *picture hands behind back, eyes averted, toe of shoe drawing circles in the dirt* I caved.  Cage nearly disowned me when I announced we’d be keeping Lucy.  There was a look of disgust on his face each time I offered him a biscuit, for days.  Not that he didn’t eat them.  He is, after all, Cage the chubby Labrador.

However.

I looked out the window the other day and discovered Cage and Bella like this:

This morning, looking out of a different window, I found Cage and Lucy like this: