This post is dedicated to my little sister, who asked for me and Justin to post stuff for her to read in between tests:
This is Yvel. She now has a new, stupid name, but her real name is and shall always be Yvel. When she was young, I used to carry her around in my pocket and she would fall asleep.
Yvel was the smartest of the puppies, and the craziest. She would stop at nothing to attack your toes, and relentlessly smashed through obstacles in order to lick her victim. She also had the strange habit of hopping around like a little bunny.
Aside from her name, it sounds like Yvel is doing well. I have heard that she dines on filet mignon, drinks expensive mineral water, and rolls around in a Bentley. I bet she liked my pocket better.
Why didn't you tell me keep her?? Now I feel bad. But only for a bit. I agree she loved your pocket, but now she has a great home for life in Carmel-by-the-Sea with her big brother, Jean Pierre.
I will call Yvel's mom and ask to see her next week. Betcha she'd love to play with her big brother Killer and the wicked baby sister, Pinkie!
I didn't involve myself in the decisions made about where the puppies went because I didn't want the responsibility. The main priority was finding the puppies a good home, and in that, I think you succeeded. That is what we wish for those that we love and care about.