Her name is Rosie.
She's a handle.
She's one of the things my life revolves around.
She pawed at the glass for the first time today to be let outside.
I almost cried.
Potty Training a puppy is hard.
I know I'm supposed to be the leader of my pack.
And put her second.
But those brown eyes just kill me.
But we still try.
Shoes is In Love, too, and is the Master of Coddling.
(but i can't blame him ....)
Also, taking pictures of a puppy is impossible.
She likes to double fist the bully stick and the cotton bone.
At least the bully stick is not my finger. Or heel. Or elbow. Or toe.
Puppy teeth are razor sharp.
She likes to roll around on her bed a lot.
She loves carrots.
After her first time outside after the carrot, I realized she only needed ...
half a carrot....
The brown eyes that slay.
She likes to be up in the gym, just working on her fitness.
She has also been enjoying the arrival of wedding presents.
For different reasons.
She is relatively mellow, except from 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm, where the devil takes over and she reminds us she is only 9 weeks old. We're working on "Pay Attention" and "Sit". She's exhausting. And. She's amazing.