After a wrestling match, a few romps around the house, multiple adventurous yard excursions, and several encounters with the 22 pound Maine Coon house cat, the new pup has been named.
Not sure if “Hershey” likes the name or not . . . he managed to drag himself about a foot or two down the couch, where he apparently expired.
Pounced pooped prodigious pawed pooch pup properly pegged…ur…named.
Jheez! Would you look at the size of those feet!