Last morning with the littermates. Stella is the one all the way to the right.
Big yawn, in the gentle dog-loving hands of K.
Perfect head & snout. And legs, fur, tail, ears, teeth, toes...all 15 pounds of her.
Inca the mom says goodbye. I think she knew we were there to take Stella away, because Inca barked at me for the first time ever.
And Jackson says hello. He is the perfect balance of interested and engaged but not overbearing.
Stella has found a spot behind the cushions on the couch to hide just enough when things get scary.
And D bought Jackson the most gigantic bone in existence for being such a gentleman to the new family member. There is no dog quite like a German Shepherd.