<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457175111/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4457175111_166a00552c.jpg" width="353" /></a></div><br />Please know that I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I really, really am. <br /><br /><a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457952864/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4457952864_6d78f0000d.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />But, misery needs company. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457175111/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4457175111_166a00552c.jpg" width="353" /></a></div><br />This is what I found when my son and I went to my grandparents' last night. A few weeks ago they decided they wanted two tiny Cairn Terrier puppies, both with boundless energy, to live with them at their house. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457172021/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4457172021_89e76e87f5.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br />"Hey, cat! Get a load of the cutest puppy belly you ever SAW!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457951088/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4457951088_4890fa121f.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><br />One glance at that puppy ear (which smells even better than it looks, by the way - the smell of puppy head is second only to the smell of human baby head), and who could blame them? <br /><br />I do blame them, though, for naming the puppies Bonnie and Clyde. I mean, come on. How stinkin' cute is that? The puppies were cute to begin with, but the names, that's just pourin' it on.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457172673/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4457172673_2bdc50d354.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br />My grandparents' place, just minutes from Tulsa, is perfect for puppies. There's lots of wide, open space for them to explore. And to work out their wiggles, of course.<br /><br />Incidentally, wide, open spaces are great for toddlers and their wiggle work, too. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457171755/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4457171755_65fceeb3c1.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457171911/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4009/4457171911_234a58e566.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457950206/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4457950206_2c45835d86.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br />It's even better (for, ahem, napping, cough) when they work together.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457173037/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4457173037_35278e5216.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"Hey, Mom? These puppies are great and all, but don't they know that it's all about me?<br /><br />"Imma gonna go somewhere else so you can take pictures of just me, okay? We don't really want puppies in all of our pictures of me, do we?"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457950758/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4457950758_3c99694dc1.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457951000/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4457951000_d2472c0114.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br />Sorry, kiddo. It's no use. You've made friends, and now they're yours forever. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457951286/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457951286_605c8f9b75.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457173683/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4457173683_24b25e7f99.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Um...son? <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457174233/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4457174233_57a927de2d.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"I'm sorry, Mom. I just really needed some alone time." <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457952098/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4457952098_ce0ce7fdd6.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457951722/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2751/4457951722_7c9ed827ce.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"Oh, Bonnie. You're so cute. Okay, I guess you can come in. But just you, okay?"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457174557/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4457174557_e37606cf5e.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457952450/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4457952450_9e6f666331.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457174775/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4457174775_20c67e0118.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><br />"Forehead kisses, huh, Clyde? Two words: Access approved."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457952694/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4457952694_bded53fcdd.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457173799/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4457173799_9b3c69457b.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"Wait a second here."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457173883/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4457173883_6dbc26481d.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"Hey, Mama? I've done shot myself in the foot, I think."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457952764/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4457952764_7330acb231.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"Hey, puppies. I think I've changed my mind." <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457951828/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/4457951828_d58d7b7ea5.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />"And...breathe." <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4457952864/" title="Puppies! by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="Puppies!" height="332" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4457952864_6d78f0000d.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />Oh, man. <br /><br />Is it possible to have puppy fever and baby fever at the same time? Or is my heart due to explode at any moment?