Dagnabit, she's a cute little thing.
That is, when she's not pooping on our floor.
Or peeing on the floor.
Or chewing on my hems.
And when I'm not begging my children (who begged, pleaded, PROMISED that they'd play, potty, and entertain the pup) to take the dang dog outside before she poops/pees on my floor ONE MORE BLASTED TIME.
And we got her before deer hunting weekend? Which means 1/2 of the pair that lobbied for her the most is gone, leaving the younger 1/2 in charge of waking up at night to take Tikka (yes, like the gun) potty.
Gonna be a long weekend.