🛻 🏁💥 WELCOME SPARKLE SMASH & UPROAR 🛻 🏁💥 Because apparently we looked at our current level of chaos and said, “You know what this needs? Two 8-week-old puppies with questionable eyeballs.” A little over a week ago, an area police department found these two babies in a box. Yep. A box. Because humans continue to provide us with reasons to drink. One boy. One girl. Both with something funky happening with their left eye. Naturally, we were interested. Meanwhile, one of our fosters recently had a few of our Plague Rats, and her son has been living his absolute best life with the constant influx of tiny canine terrorists. This kid has also been DYING to name puppies after monster trucks. WELL, BUDDY. HERE IS YOUR DAY. We ran to his mom like Tito’s was on sale at Binny’s and basically slid two puppies across the imaginary table. “Heyyyyyyy... you got room for more bad decisions?” BAM. SOLD. No lengthy negotiations. No sensible discussion about life choices. Just rescue people making rescue people decisions. Honestly, if you’re going to be found in a box, show up with a wonky eyeball and immediately move into a house already recovering from Plague Rat occupation, you DESERVE a monster truck name. These two tiny wrecking balls still need their full vetting, and both will be seeing an ophthalmologist so we can figure out exactly what’s going on with those left eyes and what they’ll need moving forward. Until then, they’re safe, they’re warm, they have spectacularly unhinged names, and they’ve moved into a foster home that clearly has zero interest in protecting its own peace. All good things from here 🩷💙