Puppy Dog Tales

Oh Lucy, my sweet, sweet Lucy... Where shall I begin?

Let's see, she is, at eleven or so weeks, growing beautifully, healthy and very happy. She adores her fellow four~leggers and all of our boys. She's a snuggly little bundle of love. Really, she is. And I am glad she is ours. Really.

At the same turn, I may have been temporarily insane when I brought a puppy home to four boys, two dogs, one cat and a couple of fish. I mean, I have a teenager and a two year old~what was I thinking? 

This morning I arose to find my favorite Nate Berkus pillow destroyed...

She is slowly nibbling away at my hall carpet...

And yesterday she pulled a pair of my panties out of the laundry and dropped them at my mother in law's feet. I was mortified.


And just when I've had enough, she looks at me with that face. Ya know "that" face. Head cocked to the side, eyes all glassy and as innocent as a newborn's. I melt. I squeeze her and smooch her and tell her "I didn't really like that pillow anyway."