Mr. W brought home a little, white and black spotted ball of fluff and named it Tony.  He enjoys chasing the other animals through the house, destroying the pantry, attacking finger, toes and ankles, untying shoe laces, sleeping, and eating. I’ve taken to calling the miniature bundle of energy Teeny Tiny Tony.

 

It’s a little worrisome watching a tiny kitten curl up next to our big Lab and fall asleep, but they seem to get along very well. She even tickles his tummy with her nose. The other dogs are waiting to get to know him better before passing judgment.

 

Mr. Dithers is being his usual sweet self, in spite of his age, and making sure the new family member is well groomed and disciplined, but Stink says he’s a royal pain in the butt, and wants nothing to do with him.

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