Yes, she still exists. Quite honestly, it's much harder to take pictures of an active, wild "teenage" puppy than it was to capture the "baby" puppy. She is all spunk and spice. Just this evening I had to notch out fifteen extra minutes to chase her down because she decided to take off across the street while I was trying to put her leash on - twice. (She hadn't done that before tonight, and I'm afraid now that she's discovered how fun it is that it'll be a regular occurrence. Boot camp consequently will be starting full swing asap.) She's pretty well behaved otherwise, and in the house is extra sweet and obedient. Mostly, it's just the wild outdoors that set her crazy.
She's still great at chewing... mostly everything. Preferably shoes, if we're careless and leave them lying around.
I haven't weighed her since she was 10 pounds, but I'd guess she's around 25+ now. She's a picky eater, and all her bones still show, no matter how much peanut butter I give her. The vet loved her, and said she was a good, sweet dog, and looked healthy as healthy could be, and said her weight would catch up eventually. Daniel likes to tease that she has anorexia, and is worried about her figure. :-P (But he really loves her - the most between the two of us.)
She still likes to lie down in that crazy fashion, with her back legs stretched behind her. But she also contorts her body in many other various ways.
There is nothing like coming home after a long day at work, and being greeted by a wagging tail and happy wiggles of excitement. She makes us both feel like a million bucks (when she behaves, that is.) Her ears have stayed down, but they're perky. Her big black eyes are still open and expressive.