She's a ham. Anyone that walks by gets loads of attention from her. And she loves to play at the Bark Park. She'll start off chasing the big dogs until they turn around chase her and then she comes crying for Daddy.
She loves her toys. Our living room looks like a daycare exploded toys everywhere. We've never had a dog that loves to play with so many toys, but it's a blast to watch her.
She loves our shoes. We've had to learn to put our shoes up because she'll just grab them and take off with them. I have no idea what we'll do when she's tall enough to reach them.
Chacho still isn't too fond of her, especially when she chases him and nips at his butt. But they're getting better together.
Potty training is still hit and miss. She's learning to walk to the steps to let us know she needs to go out. The difficulty is that she hasn't learned to limit it to potty breaks only and not playtime.
We alternate between exhilaration and exhaustion. She's captured our hearts and made the loss of our precious Sage a little easier to bear. She can't take Sage's place, but that's not why she's here. She's found her own place in our hearts.
We still don't know her genetic makeup, although everyone has an opinion. We'll have to wait and see.