Puppy's here. She's all of two pounds but has a bit of a stubborn streak and a temper to match (I'm nicknaming her Tempest in a Teacup; we really named her Echo.) She gets tired and gets demanding and will thrash and scream to get what she wants (should have named her Carlotta.) Mum told her she's not going to play primadonna around here (cue snort of laughter.) We finally got her to go to sleep; she wants someone in sight when she closes her eyes but Mum and I were kind of busy at the time, so she kept toddling out to the kitchen to find me or Mum.
Here's a photo of our girl-she's either running through the house at top speed or she's sound asleep, so she's particularly hard to catch with a camera.
How could anything that cute be a primadonna, you ask me. It seems to me the cute ones we get all are insanely smart to boot (she is. She knew going on the floor this morning was wrong and went scurrying out of the room to hide under a bed, and she hasn't even been here three days.) They're so challenging and yet so much damn fun.) And because they're smart and because they're cute, they promptly take over and we let them and pretty soon they're sleeping on the couch in a little black ball like a little angel.
I have to go take a shower. Hopefully she sleeps through it so her screaming for attention doesn't wake up the entire house.
Ta,
Bec
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