Its time for breakfast in my 3 floor-house. With a strong cup of coffee I take out the dogs bowls. Different kind of food...I have to think; "this is for Trooper, and Tjojs needs extra vitamin,...etc"
Done! Thirteen bowls, and time to hand them out to their special feeding places...one, two....ten, eleven...what the??? Who are you?
HONEY!!!! Why is here a new dog in my kitchen wagging her tail off?
Silence...."Can't we keep her?"
Ehh, welcome number 14...to the crazy Mercer Family (Kennel)
My 4 year-old daughter turned around on the kitchen chair and said; "Mom, this is a new dog!" A big smile over her face, "Can I pet?"
I guess this is starting to be crazy Amore!
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