Pupsters.

Arrrrgh. As if I don’t have enough going on, I went outside to feed my Z-Dog this morning and discovered that she had…guests. Gentlemen callers of the canine persuasion. And a most frisky pair of ’em at that. I had no idea how they got into our back yard until I went to chase them off – and they just scooted under the fence like it wasn’t even there.
Sadly, since we live outside of any city limits and there are no county leash laws, there’s not much I can do unless I want to take more “offensive” action – I’m just not crazy about the “country way” of just shooting someone’s dogs. They’re well fed and groomed, and obviously somebody’s babies.

Now I’m just worries that I’m going to be dealing with somebody else’s babies. Anyone want some Z-Pups?