Thursday, January 31, 2008

Accident Report

What: No Accidents!
Where: N/A

What: No Accidents!!
Where: N/A

Where: N/A

That's FIVE whole days that have been pee pee FREE! I rawk!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Me 'n' Ducky Sittin' in a Tree

K - I - L - L - I - N - G

How I don't end up cracking my head wide open, I have no idea... I'm just that good.

Wrinkle & Nose Cam

Wrinkles + Spotty Nose = OMG! CUTE!!1!!!1! PEW Pew PeW!1!!1shift+1!!!


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Ut oh... I got pwn'd

Holy moly. What the H-E-double-hockey-sticks is THIS?!

A bullystick?!
I have never had a bullystick in my entire short life.

I must declare...

I love 'em so much... I *grrrrowl'd* at daddy when he tried to take it away from me.

MAJOR time-out for me.


Me so sad.
Me sowwy.

Give me back the bullystick now?


Ok. :o(

Captain Kirk would be proud!

I was attacked by a klingon today!
Yes! It's true! Even my momma witnessed this with her very own eyes.

It stuck to my butt and wouldn't leave.

Momma was ready to do battle with it, but I took matters into my own paws. I didn't want to, but I had to get tough with it... so I scootch'd my butt across the soft green moss to get rid of it. It took a couple of tries, but I finally got the dingleberry offa me.

Yay, me!
Star Trekkin' by The Firm

Accident Report

What: No Accidents!
Where: N/A

What: No Accidents!
Where: N/A

Woo! That's three days in a row now! Keep yer paws crossed...

Monday, January 28, 2008

OoOoo La La!

I have found the most delectable item in the backyard today... bunny poop. Yep. I discovered a stash of it today in the grass. A whole pile of doggie caviar - just for me! I didn't get to taste it - just got a whiff of it before my momma saw what I was drooling over. She pulled me away before I could sink my teeth into these tasty morsels.

I'll just save it for an after dinner treat. It'll be dark. She won't see what I'm doing back there.

Yum! I can't wait!

Sunday, January 27, 2008


What? Why does my momma have a look of horror on her face? It was just a little schnibblet of yesterday's poo. I did let it drop out of my mouth after she told me to "leave it". Now she won't let me near her, and she's calling me poopy breath. How rood! I've written a song to sing my woes (to the tune of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"):

My poo is like a soft serve cone, other times it's not
Sometimes when you're not watching me, I eat it when it's hot
I'm the right kind of sneaky, you're searching in the dark for me
It's a tasty treat you see, and I know that I was born to be

I'm a crap-maker
dump-taker, poo-eater
Don't you mess around with me
I'm a crap-maker
dump-taker, poo-eater
Don't you mess around ... no no no

Poll Results - Pee

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Accident Report

What: Pee (stopped mid-stream)
Where: Sunroom

What: No Accidents!
Where: N/A

Oops, I did it again!

Those peeps, I just can't train 'em right. *shakes her head*

Don't they know by now that I need to have bladder emptied before I wind my crazy self up to play my favorite game: whirlin'-death-shake-plushie. This is where I take a plushie, slap myself in the face with it - all the while twirlin' and whirlin' around like a buckin' bronco.

So I had just finished dinner and gotten some luvin's and neck scritchies before I ran into the sunroom to do my thang. I buck'd, I whirl'd, and I gave death shakes a-plenty. Before my peeps could blink, I had squatted and released a bit o' pee.

Daddy said, "No!"
Momma screamed, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

So I stopped mid-stream.
Daddy rushed me outside - and I let the rest of it go.

Ya just gotta do what ya gotta do to train 'em right. I'm a patient grrl... I think I can whip these peeps into shape eventually.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Ahhh, my first paper towel shredding incident... I remember it fondly as if it were just yesterday.

It *was* yesterday!

My peeps left me in the car last night while they went to get some dinner. They came out 45 minutes later they found the remains of a shredded paper towel strewn all over the front seats.

I found this delectable crumpled paper towel - I believe it was cheese flavored - on the floor of the front seat. Naturally, I was only trying to help by disposing of the refuse.

Did they thank me? NO!
Ungrateful wretches.

Me - with mah big head - in the car (pre-towel shredding incident):

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Accident Report

What: No Accidents! Yee-haw!
Where: N/A

What: Pee (and lots of it)
Where: Kitchen

What: No Accidents! W00t!
Where: N/A

in flagrante delicto

No... it's not what it looks like. I was *not* gettin' jiggy wit the loofa dog. Just de-stuffing him, dat's all. Lookit his grin. Make no mistake - he is enjoying it. Yeah, BA-BEE!

Chillin' with Hello Kitty

Mmm...! Oh-so-fleecy-goodness:


Thank y'all for your comments and for keeping your paws crossed for me... I haven't heard any "official" news, but I am 99.9% sure I am gonna sit my butt down and stay with these peeps.

We have a vet appointment next week and *hopefully* they can get everything signed and sealed by the end of next week.

Until then, I am creating as much sweet havoc as possible. :o) Why?

I think the better question is: why not??

Pics of South Paw & North Paw:

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Kitteh Makes Pee

The kitteh and I faced off again tonight out on the lawn. That saucy kitteh... flicking his tail at me. He likes me chasing him. He really does. Brat. I had just gotten back from my walk / torture session with the gentle leader headcollar, when I saw him.

So I got so excited at seeing and chasing kitteh, I forgot to pee when we got home. I'd like to think that I was saving all this pee so I could fulfill my promise of peeing on the cat. But, in all honesty, I just got so worked up at seeing / chasing the kitteh, it totally slipped my mind that I should've pee'd while outside. PLUS you gotta take into consideration all the hard work and concentration I had to put into my training / walking session.

So, once I got inside, I *really* needed to pee - so I went.

Luckily it was on the kitchen floor (I'm still limited to my areas for exploration). Momma didn't even mind cleaning that mess up. She said the floor needed a good cleaning anyway.

One day, kitteh... one day.


My peeps plan to enroll me in some sort of behavioral training class. I don't know why. I'm a perfect angel!

Until then, we had a working session at the park tonight. I got school'd in walking on a leash. How? By the most dog-awful contraption man has ever invented: the gentle leader. It was horrible!! I couldn't jump! I couldn't sniff! I couldn't run! I couldn't pull momma's arm outta her socket! Where's the fun in THIS?!

And the darn thing wouldn't come off. Believe me, I tried. Paw'd at it. Roll'd around on the ground with it. Rub'd it up against any pair of legs I could find. Gah!!

I'm gonna find that halter and bite it in two. *gnarrrr*


Yep. That's me. It takes my momma 20 minutes to walk from the car to her office with me on a leash. Normally, it takes her less than a minute!

What is a leash?? I dunno. But it *tries* to stop me from sniffing, greeting, and chasing stuff. It gives me a good workout. It gives my momma a good workout too... she said she's pooped by the time we get into the office.

I know! What is her problem, right?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Kitteh, Bum Pokin's, and Baths

Today, I got to meet the kitteh. We met outside on neutral territory. We sniffed. I chased. He hissed. I may have tried to hump him (but the holly bushes obscured the view). He ran. I chased some more. It was fun. I tried to pee on him, but he was just too fast - that little bugger. Don't worry though - I will not disappoint the polling public. I will get him... soon.

I also went to the vet today. I got poked and prodded in the most intrusive manner imaginable. How rood! They made up for their rudeness by petting me and calling me cute. I can dig dat. I gots an A+ on my report card too! W00t! Yes, I know I rawk, Dr. Kreeger. I hafta go back next week to get my chest & intestinal x-ray, and I'm gonna get my teeth cleaned too. Luckily for *them*, I'll be knocked out while they do all this cos if I were awake, I would *so* throw a puppy princess-sized hissy fit.

Dr. Kreeger also gave us some of this new shampoo (with essential fatty acids - oOoOooo!) to use cos evidently my coat and skin are dry. My momma gets to give me a bath EVERY week. WOo! It's her dream come true. Seriously. It is. Luckily for her, I don't mind baths. Yet. We'll see.


I can't believe y'all are voting for me to pee on the cat. Hee hee!
Do you think he'll hold still? I haven't got the equipment for a direct aim.

Could it be...?

... a pee pee free day?!

OMG! Yes!
No accidents yesterday!
WOo hoO!!!

I am so proud of me.
I rawk.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Accident Report

What: Pee (small one)
Where: Sunroom

What: No Accidents (YES!)
Where: N/A

Mack Truck

Where my predecessor was dainty and petite, I am built like a mack truck and currently weigh 39 lbs. That's a whole whoppin' +2.5 lbs from ten days ago! I hope all that weight isn't going to my head! Squeee! Hopefully it's distributing itself evenly throughout the rest of my body so it'll balance out my big head.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

I've Gots Free Pee?!

Evidently I am smarter than the microwave timer. It can't tell me when to go! *I* tell it when I need to go. So with 25 minutes left on the timer, daddy no where in sight, momma napping on the couch - I squatted down in the sunroom and let 'er rip (don't worry, it was just a little pee).

Doesn't Pee Free Day mean I am free to pee any time and any place I want? No? Oh. :o( Well, I didn't get the memo, mmm'kay?

So, what have we learned? Where do we go from here? Back to the basics. Wake up? Pee. Finish playing? Pee. Finish eating? Pee. Going to the vet? Pee. Er... I mean. We're really *are* going to the vet on Tuesday. We'll ask the doc if there are any physical ailments (ie. UTI) that may be causing all this peeing.

Where I once had free reign of the sunroom, livingroom, and kitchen, my space has been shrunk back to only the kitchen area. Boo hoo. :o( Momma is such a badass.

Pee Free Day

That's all my peeps are hoping for.

Evidently in my prior life, I wasn't let out of the crate much. Therefore, any place *outside* my crate is fair game. That includes inside the house.

The peeps have a timer going on the microwave - it beeps at me every hour and tells me I have to go outside to potty.

We implemented that system after another mysterious puddle appeared in the foyer. As Izzy and her pack have hypothesized... it *could* have been daddy. I'm not confirming nor denying that possibility. Sorry daddy, you're on your own.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

What A Day!!!

Wowzas! Today was an amazing day! I went shopping with my peeps and we went to Petsmart AGAIN! Different location this time. I loooved meeting the peoples. The other doggies, eh... not so much. I kinda grrrr'd at the big ones. Is that bad?? My peeps think so. :o(

My peeps bought a new collar for me!! It's kinda grrrly, but not grrrrly enough - it'll do for now, though. It's pink and brown and white - just like me! :o)

We came home, and all I wanted to do was play play play! I de-stuffed! I ran! I pee'd (oops)! I played some more! I ran some more! I pee'd again (outside this time)! I ate! I drank! I de-stuffed some more toys! I have been going on strong for almost seven hours straight.

My peeps are wondering who took their sweet, sleepy puppy and replaced it with this hell-hound?! Did someone pull a switcheroo at Petsmart?! They have never seen my wildness sustained for such a long period of time. Puppy power!

Check out my big head in this photo:

But now, I'm paying for it as I can barely keep my big head up. It went *plonk* on the pillow and I haven't moved since. Zzzzzz...

Accident Report

What: (Mysterious) Pee
Where: Livingroom

What: Pee
Where: Foyer

Friday, January 18, 2008

The Case of the Mysterious Yellow Puddle

A mysterious yellow puddle was noticed on the living floor this evening.

Not dry, by any means. Still wet. It wasn't a recent puddle. No, in fact, it was strangely... cold.

Daddy swears he hasn't let me out of his sights all day.

No one saw me do it. No one knows when it appeared. I'm not sayin' it was me... I'm not saying it wasn't me. I'm just sayin'... you don't not know that it wasn't not me.

But if you ask me, I blame it on Daisy.
She must be haunting the house.

Ghost pee.
Yep. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Doggie Superstore?!

My peeps took me to Petsmart on Wednesday night to find me a grrrly collar.

Oh. My. Dog. Why have I never been in this place before?! They had row upon row of treats and snackies - all at snout level!!! I picked out a lamb and brown rice roll and also sample-licked some other shrink-wrapped roasted bone thingies. Oh. I am not allowed to lick those? Oops.

We tried on all kinds of collars, but you know what color suited me best? PINK! Yes! But they didn't have my size - they were all too big. :o(

I have a big head, but evidently my neck isn't ginormously oversized. In fact, I've got a long, slender, graceful neck. Sounds like I'm gonna get a custom made collar. WoOoo!

A Good Day

Woo hoo! I love sleet, ice, and freezing rain cos both my peeps stayed home from work today due to inclement weather!! But I absolutely *hate* going outside to do my business when the weather sucks like this. Ick. I can run out, pee, and run back in before you can blink twice.

Both the peeps worked from home. I, too, worked from home. I took turns snuggling up beside them on the couch while they tapped away on their laptops.

It was a good day. :o)

Big Ol' Noggin

Daddy says that the reason my head is so big is cos I've gots a big brain, therefore a big head is needed to contain all that smartness.

That sounds like a plausible explanation to me.

Accident Report

What: No Accidents
Where: N/A

What: Pee
Where: Sunroom

Love Bite

I nibbled on daddy's arm last night and got shunned. :o(

He tasted good.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Testing, Testing... 1-2-3

I've been a really exceptional doggie so far... minus the nauseating farts and the poopy crate incident. My personality is coming out in full force now:

I'm a big snuggle bunny. I will take all the lovin's you can give me. But I'm not obnoxious about it... if you wanna pay me some compliments and give me some neck scritchies, I'll stay for as long as you keep it comin'. If you stop, I'm gonna go lay down and catch up on my beauty sleep.

I love to play, but I'm not sure I even know how to play. I know I like my stuffed ducky that goes *honk* *honk*. I like to give him death shakes while I'm one thrashing around like a whirlin' dervish. Momma's afraid I'm gonna crack my big head open.

I love to run - even though I look like a wild hyena-jackalope while I'm doing the jumpy / kicky / bum scootch thang.

I am smart! Really I am! Sit? Got it. Stay? Pretty much. Leave it? Gettin' there. Come? Only when you use your "serious voice". But I do come eventually. Down? Just learned it today!

My peeps are finding out just how smart I really am. Way smarter than they are, but don't tell 'em I said that. I'm so smart, in fact, that I've started to test them. Yeah! Bring it on! We'll see who cracks first.


If you could be any kinda sandwich meat, what kind would you be?
Me? I think I'd be roast beef.

It was a one big toasty roast beef sammich on the bed last night.
The peeps wuz the bread and I was the meaty goodness sammich'd in the middle.

I slept on the top layer - this thing they called "fleece". Mmmm-mmmm! Oh my dog, do I LOVE FLEECE! Dog bless the person who created this warm and toasty invention. I don't think I've ever slept so well in my entire life. Not a muscle did I move. Nor a sound did I make. Nope, not a peep. I slept all the way through until morning, took a pee break outside (brrr!), and got right back into bed with the peeps.

Fleecey blanket... I ruv you!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Pooped Out

... in any and all possible ways. My tummy has settled down and the chicken strips seem to have made the last of their appearance.

I wanted to mention that I had an emergency bath tonight after the crate / chicken strip incident. My momma had been wondering how I'd do with baths, but it seems like I do just fine. :o) Actually, better than fine. Better than Daisy, anyway! Ha! PLUS, I let my momma use the hairdryer on me - no problems whatsoever.

Now I'm sleepin' all clean and fresh in a brand new bed. Ahhhh... time for some serious poo-free snoozin's. ;o)

Too Much of a Good Thang...

Oh man... I loved going into work with momma. It made me feel so important, walking through the halls and into the office like I was *meant* to be there.

Everyone wanted to say hello, pet me, and the best part...?
I got tons of treats! :o)

The worst part...?
I got tons of treats. :o(

Mah bellay isn't used to such abundance of chicken strips.

Oh! But don't worry... I didn't do anything to embarrass momma at work (other than the two farts).

Nope. I was a good girl, and saved it until we got home.

My stomach went *gurgle*
Other parts went *splat*

Ugh, those treats don't feel so good coming out as they did going down.

I won't, uh, bore you with the gory details, but it involved a bath, hosing down the crate, and placing the bedding and toys that were in the crate in a garbage bag labeled "biohazard".

Hey, life's never boring when I'm around! :o)

Accident Report

What: Poo (and lots of it)
Where: Crate :o(


Yep. I did it again.
Dropped another heinous F-bomb...

This time at work!
Everyone was spraying their Lysol cans - even momma.

This does not bode well for my position of office mascot.

Updated to add: Make that F-bombs x 2, so potent, it gave my momma a headache. And that was only this morning...

Big Head

One of the comments consistently made yesterday when I went to work with my momma was that I had a really big head.

I know I'm not dainty.
But I am quite a slender little girl
...with a big head.

Now all momma notices is my big head. She's feeding me breakfast and starts to giggle because she notices how big my head is.

But I'm still cute, right?

Yep. :o) Big head and all.

- From So I Married An Axe Murderer

- From Friends

Monday, January 14, 2008

Office Dog

This afternoon I went to the office to meet my co-workers. I got pets from everyone and got to sniff some butts too. Everyone said I was soooooo cute. Well, duh! I just laid at momma's feetses while everyone coo'd and fawn'd all over me. Tee hee! I rawk.

Here is a pic of me in my "cubicle":

Hissy Fit Tantrum

I baroo'd.

I whine'd.

I crai'd.

But did she come running to see what was the matter?

No! *sulk*

After 15 minutes, I whimpered myself to sleep while listening to the soothing sounds of NPR.



What is this "run" you speak of? Does not compute. My legs don't understand what you mean.

My peeps took me out to the baseball field on the weekend. It was totally fenced in, and not a soul in sight. I heard a click and the leash was off. Next thing I knew... my legs were acting all funny-like. My back legs kicked up and my front legs kinda did too. It moved me forward.


I tried it again.

Hmmm... I think this is, how you say, "running"?! I'm a total beginner at this, so my "running" was more of an awkward bum scootch - my front legs couldn't seem to catch up to my back legs. I ran front-ways, then I ran side-ways. It was a sight to behold.

I'd never been let off leash before. I could get used to this.


That is the sound my badonkadonk makes when it hits the ground.

You gotta treat for me?

Stay At Home Doggie

Today, my momma is staying home with me. Something about working over the holidays and having comp time to burn up. Doesn't mean much to my doggie brain. Alls I knows is this: she is at my beck and call.

Gotta pee! [momma runs to the door]

Gotta poo! [momma runs to the door]

Gotta play! [momma throws the stuffie]

Gotta pet the puppy! [momma breaks out the neck scritchin' fingers]

I think I've got her pretty well trained, dontcha think?

New Rule

When the alarm goes off, hitting snooze just makes me pee on your floor.

I need out.


Thank you for your time.

Accident Report

What: No Accidents
Where: N/A

What: Pee
Where: Foyer

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Just call me Ivana...

Austin: Who are you, baby?
Ivana: My name is Ivana, Ivana Humpalot.
Austin: Excuse me?
Ivana: Ivana Humpalot.
Austin: Well I vana toilet made out of solid gold, but it's just not in the cards, now is it?

- From Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me

So... I'm a humper. I tried to hump momma's back while she was sitting on the couch last night. She was all: WTF?! She thought I was trying to go potty on the couch. Tonight, it was the grandpeeps' dog Pal to whom I gave a thorough ass-whoppin', humped, and then made my bitch.

Yeah. Momma isn't too thrilled with this behavior. Especially in a *girl* dog!

Daddy says it's either a dominance or anxiety issue.

Foster lady, Lora, never mentioned this type of "behavior" - only that I like to play "rambunctiously" with other dogs. Hmmm... will have to get her definition of "rambunctious".

Dropped An F-Bomb


I did.

It was a big ol' F-A-R-T

Cleared the room, I did!

Yay me!

Top Five Toys

My top five favorite toys & chews (as of 1/12/08):

5. Squeakie (eh... not so much)
4. Deer Antler
3. Nylabone
2. Rope Tug
1. Quacking Duck

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Accident Report

What: Pee'd
Where: Sunroom

What: Poo'd (dropped two nuggets before I was unceremoniously dragged outside)
Where: Sunroom

Do we detect a pattern here?

Why "Ella"?

Did you know my daddy is a freak? A Tolkien freak. He likes to name his dogs after Hobbits. Me? I have suffered the same fate. My name? Elanor - based off of Elanor Gamgee Gardner (from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia):

Elanor Gardner, also known as Elanor the Fair, is a character in J. R. R. Tolkien's fictional Middle-earth legendarium. She is the first child of Master Samwise Gamgee and his wife Rose Cotton.

She was born March 25th, S.R. 1421 (which would be T.A. 3021), which was at the same time the first day of the Fourth Age in Gondor. Elanor was the only one of Samwise's children known to the Ringbearer, Frodo Baggins, and her name was a suggestion by him, a reference to the sun-star, a little golden flower blooming in the land of Lothlórien—this perfectly satisfied Sam's desire for a name that was both elvish and yet at the same time a simple flower-name as many hobbit-lasses had. The name was quite suitable, as Elanor had a notably elvish appearance including golden hair- an extremely rare trait among hobbits. Her great beauty was renowned and earned her the title 'the Fair.'

In 1436 Elanor became a maid of honor to Queen Arwen Evenstar, and in 1451 she married Fastred of Greenholm. Four years later Fastred was named Warden of Westmarch by the Thain at the request of Samwise. Elanor and her husband then moved to the Undertowers on the Tower Hills where their family (becoming known as the Fairbairns of the Towers) would live for many generations.

After her father's passing to the Undying Lands in 1482, Elanor and her line became the keepers of the Red Book of Westmarch. Her two children were Elfstan, born in 1454, and Fíriel.

Besides her presence as an infant in the last chapter of the published Lord of the Rings, and the details noted in the appendices of that book, Elanor's most significant role was in the two versions of the written but unpublished epilogue of Lord of the Rings, later published in The History of Middle-earth volumes. In that epilogue we see Elanor talk with her father about the importance of the events that transpired in the story and also about the coming of King Elessar and Queen Arwen for a visit. Elanor's affectionate name for her father is Sam-dad, while Sam calls her Elanorellë.

In Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings movie trilogy, a three-year old Elanor was played by Alexandra Astin, real-life daughter of Sean Astin, the actor who played Samwise.

Cheeky Monkey

A schedule of my ruff life so far:

6:00 AM - Pee
8:30 AM - Walk & Poo
9:00 AM - Water & Breakfast (1 cup Nature's Variety - Raw Instinct)
9:15 AM - Nap
10:00 AM - Wake Up & Pee
10:15 AM - Nap
11:00 AM - Wake Up & Pee
11:30 AM - Park - Run, Pee, Poo, Water, and LOTS of treats
2:00 PM - Home & Pee
2:30 PM - Nap
4:00 PM - Wake Up, Walk & Pee
4:15 PM - Gnaw Rope Toy & Nylabone
4:30 PM - Nap
5:30 PM - Wake Up & Dinner (1 1/2 cup Nature's Variety - Raw Instinct)
6:00 PM - Walk & Pee
6:15 PM - Nap
7:45 PM - Wake Up & Pee
8:30 PM - Poo (this is when I squeezed off two nuggets)
8:45 PM - Play
9:00 PM - Nap
9:30 PM - Wake Up & Pee
9:45 PM - Play
10:00 PM - Nap
11:15 PM - Wake Up & Pee
11:30 PM - Nap
1:00 AM - Wake Up & Pee
1:10 AM - Dead Sleep

Friday, January 11, 2008

'ere's A Pic Of Me

Swiped from my PetFinder listing

'ello There!

My name's Ella! I am a one year-old brindle pitbull mutt. Nice lady Lora from the Animal Adoption and Rescue Foundation (AARF) rescued me from a mean ol' man who had me stuffed in a kitty carrier. He was going to leave me behind if no one took me home. Luckily Lora scooped me up and has been fostering me for five months. On January 11, 2008, I started a trial run with my temporary-peeps Jason and Nancy.

Lemme tell ya... they ain't nevah seen the likes of me before. The last doggie they had totally ruined them for other doggies: minimal training, smart as a whip, pee'd and poo'd on command, dainty and polite.

Me? My first night with them, I pee'd in the sunroom. I counter-surf. I'm ALL muscle (all 36.6 lbs of me - even my tail, when whipped into a frenzy, can give you fifty lashes). As Rajah Q. has so aptly noted... I've got some pretty big pawprints to fill.

BUT, I am *so* affectionate (I love to snuggle). And I am *so* smart (I can sit like it's nobody's business)... but no one's ever taken the time to work with me before. So to put it nicely: I am a challenge. Not some outta the box doggie. Nope. No plug and play. Nuh-uh. Oh, and definitely some assembly required. Also required... a great deal of patience and consistency. :o) These peeps are in for a bumpy ride.