April

Not much going on. Echo's a biter-clothes, arms, hair, me, me, Mom, me. I have little holes in one of my shirts and little marks from her teeth in my arm. She's a baby; she'll get over it. We're going to try to get her in obedience training to teach her to go outside (still working on that one) and not to bite (lots of work needed there.) We've got sit and shake, she's finally getting kennel training, she loves people and she's affectionate, so no worries. Mum's brushing her (she screamed all the way through it as if she was being murdered) and nail-clipping (ditto.) Getting her used to these things in her babyhood means we won't have an angry dog who doesn't want to be touched like Whisper was.

We've finally started melting this week after a really ridiculously cold winter that still doesn't seem to have let go. Everyone wants spring. Now.

Lots of work to do. Gotta go.

Ta,
Bec