We're embarrassed to say that we refer to ourselves as "daddy" and "mommy" and have a gazillion nicknames for our little mutt.
She's ten months old now.
When we come home - from anywhere - church, Bible study, a day out, work, it doesn't matter, no matter how long we were gone she greets us with the same enthusiasm and excitement. We like to laugh, "Happy Birthday! Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! Happy Easter! Happy Valentine's Day!" because she's so darn excited it's like all the holidays in one split second. She also has this adorable little wiggle she does, that has earned her the nickname "Wiggle"
Sometimes she gets random bursts of (higher than normal) energy and will rampage around the house - the whole house, or sometimes just a particular room. She'll run around full speed ahead and then screech to a stop and look around to see if we're watching her. This has earned her the nickname "Kramer" ;)
She's not very lady like. Not one bit. Look at these pictures she posed for this morning!
She likes to be comfortable, for sure.
She has a lot of strange fears, too. At the top of the list is the vacuum cleaner, but following close behind is Daniel playing Wii, my big silver exercise ball, and plastic bags. Sad, strange little thing.
But boy she loves peanut butter. She will do just about anything for her kong full of peanut butter. All we have to do is whisper "home" with that peanut butter in our hands and she races to her crate.
I guess we're glad we kept her. She's a good guard dog, too. Keeps an eye out for me when Daniel's not home (or even when he is). She's not a barker, thank goodness, but she will occasionally when she hears something that puts her in guard-dog mode - like the doorbell, or loud voices outside at night.
|watching out the window|