It's Been 3 Months

We have had Puppy Dog for 3 months and surprisingly, we're both still alive.  It was touch and go there for awhile who would be left standing (sometimes I think it's me).  And some days I felt like just opening the front door and watch her run down the street.  Buh-bye.

Some things she has chewed - not everything because that would bore you to tears



Somebody's phone charger

Before her hair cut - looking very scruffy

After her haircut - looking too pretty
and eyebrowless

She has realized that she is a terrier and started to dig.  We have chipmunks in the backyard and they have made entrances to their homes.  Puppy Dog has kindly enlarged those doorways for them. 

We have been going to Puppy Kindergarten.  Let's just say that she's not the most troublesome dog there.  That prize goes to the Nasty Little Jack Russell who doesn't seem to get along with anybody.  Puppy Dog is better behaved than when we started which I guess is the whole point.

We have to keep reminding ourselves that she is a) still only a puppy and b) a Terrier and a feisty one at that and c) she's not Gimpy Dog and there's no point comparing them.  It's like not comparing your kids to each other. 

Right now, she's lying in the sun looking very serene and princessy. 




Butter wouldn't frigging melt