Well, that’s what they say. And others say nothing’s an accident.
Yesterday, I put Stella out in the playpen while Charlie was having his turn as free-range buck. Well, I got involved with my human child indoors, and when I returned to the backyard, Stella had escaped, and Charlie was looking triumphant. I had truly believed they would stayed separated, but I should have known that was foolish and hopeful thinking. The good news is, if they produce young, I have my first litter of purebreds on they way, with a pedigree on one side. Time to buy that tattoo clamp!