Daisy

Our pup. The poor little thing. I don't even know where to begin. Trouble, trouble, trouble. Puppies are just this way. It's a good thing they are cute or they probably wouldn't live. Oh how I wish she was about 3 or 4 years old. She has puppy energy and puppy teeth, and puppy potty habits. She is restricted to outside unless very closely supervised inside. She chews on everything but her chew bones and I just can't keep the house puppy-proofed well enough. She has chewed t-shirts, colored pencils, COUNTLESS binkis, the corners of quilts and the corners of pillows, and lots of toys. She is ALWAYS jumping up in Easton's face. She chases the chickens and she drives Sammy insane.

But she has great potential. :) Someday, she is going to be a really nice, well behaved, cute little doggie. Until then she is kind of a pesky little puppy.

Our Daisy.