Whoa, we have a cat.  Not a feline cat, but a canine cat.  This wild thing really busts the moves at night (of course, just as we’re all up in a circle getting ready to say prayers), running through the house, terrorizing Phydeaux (who is a big lug when it comes to retaliating) and creating new race tracks to run around the furniture and through the rooms. 

Oh yeah.  Nascar at its finest, right here in our living room….including the roaring of the engines (which would be kids AND dogs).

And the minute I sit down in the recliner, she is on top of my like flies on…..well, you know.  And she doesn’t just jump up and sit down as my Tenny-dog did.  OH. NO.  She flies into my lap and climbs clear up to my head, licking and nipping all the way….until I finally pull her away from my body (those aren’t paw pads – I swear they have octopus suction cups on them!) and settle her into a comfy position for both of us.  She won’t stay there, of course, but she will eventually settle down if I pet her in just the right places — which changes daily.  😉

Then, she’ll stop for just a minute and hunker down and shout out some puppy barks for the son-man.  Have yet to figure out what that’s about, but she sure likes to bark at him!  hehe

Potty training still in full swing, though we’re down to just a few accidents in the house a day.  It sure helps having another dog around, to show a new pup the potty-train ropes!  Now, if we could just get her to stop chasing the bigger-than-she-is chickens as she runs down the deck, we’d be set!

But, that angelic face is enough to make you stop, drop and roll.  Those eyes!  Those ears!  The look she gives of total trust and glee that SHE is gifting YOU with her presence: