Welcome to Doggy Heaven?
She will entertain herself, and all with things that she is not allowed to have. Of course she will. What else are little demons (er, puppies) for? (And don't say, "Making Mommy tired enough to end sentences in prepositions; I just decided not to care anymore. It has nothing to do with the fact that I'm in an advanced state of sleep deprivation.)
...and I will wonder, at the end of this ten minutes, how it is that I got nothing accomplished via the computer.
Actually, I have an answer for that. She's cute, furry, likes to put everything in her mouth, and no, she's not available.
From randomly getting a curling iron that I didn't know I had (puppy proofing, anyone?) to chewing on my ironing board, this dog will have me chasing her all over god-knows-where.
Oh, and did I mention potty training?
But that's just how I feel about it. Every time she goes, she is proud of herself. It doesn't matter where she goes, she is happy about it.
Unfortunately for me, there have been about ... oh, I'm not counting (6 times) ... where I have been leashing her to get her outside that she just pops a squat and says, "Ahhh, I'm done. Play now?"
I love her.
No, really. I do.
It's just been three years since I've had a puppy, and I need a refresher course via Koda-the-Crazy-Aussie.
And. One more thing.
Her water bowl, her food, while she's chewing her food. She barks when she wants outside. She barks when she has to pee. She barks when she wants back inside. She barks when she wants to play. She barks at the dryer. She barks in her freaking sleep. I am not even kidding.
And it's not so much that she barks, it's how she barks. She sounds like a vicious, evil-demon, serial-killer of a dog. Like. It's scary.
There's my bloggy update! I have no more time to write more. @_@