Mah leetle baby is growin’ up. It’s true. I swear to God, Allah, Buddha, Sponge Bob, Whomever, that she was bigger when I picked her up from JS after the cruise. Still gangly as all get out, though. Even though everyone warned me to beware of “puppy fever”, I’m loving her more and more each day. She’s getting less bitey….I think loosing the baby teeth is helping. It’s harder to pick her up, and when she bowls into me while playing fetch she almost knocks me over.

But, the best thing ever, is that she’s getting snugly now. She likes to watch TV with me at night. For a while. Eventually she gets distracted and starts playing, or she gets bored and goes to her crate to sleep. It’s so fun, though, when she curls up on my legs. And she still has her puppy Mohawk. Awesome.

She’s also a little more obedient…when the it suits her, of course. I know she knows her cues, sometimes she would just rather go sniff that leaf, because, you know, it’s different than all the OTHER leaves she’s sniffed.

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Ha ha ha. No, not mine, don’t worry. Tonks is all I can handle. And then some.

My older brother just got a puppy and he’s so cute. SO. CUTE. Just look at that lil’ face! I only get homesick for Bama every once and a while, but when Mom sends me pictures of family stuff, like all of them playing with a new puppy, then I totally get home sick and wish I were there to play, too. Also cause she’s making apple crisp tonight and that sounds super good.

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It’s been a VERY long time since I’ve posted. I’m sorry, y’all. I am. But I have excuses. I had the flu. And PMS. AT THE SAME TIME. Pitiful, ain’t it? And it was the worst kind of flu. Violent puking. Uh, distress of the lower track. Aches, exhaustion. Add to that cramps and INSANE HORMONES and you’ve got my week post Thanksgiving. I’m mostly better, save some totally awesome gas (TMI?) and leftover hormones.

Thanksgiving was kick ass.  Delish. Low key. JS and I spent the long weekend together, cooking, eating, drinking, sleeping, just chillin’. We took Tonks for lots of walks. We got Christmas Trees (yay!!!!) and decorated them. My apartment looks totally sweet. TOTALLY.  I also gave Tonks a bath and then took pictures of her with a Mohawk. See?

She was less than thrilled.

Today we had our first ever Puppy Training Class. I hate to brag (heh), but my dog was not only the BEST dog there, but also the cutest. My biggest goals are 1) no more fucking biting, 2) no more fucking jumping up on me especially when I’m wearing hose for work, and 3) no more pulling my shoulder out of its socket when I take her out on the leash. My demands are simple. I think the class should comply.

And, in breaking with continuity (super), here are some stories about how crazy with hormones I am. Last night JS and I went out with some friends from work and another couple. Before we left, I was on the phone with my boss (she and her man were going out with us), discussing our wardrobes and I said something about not looking cute, and JS spoke up from across the room about how I was always cute. AND I FLIPPED HIM OFF. I gave him the finger for giving me a fucking COMPLIMENT. Who does that? WHO? What’s wrong with me? The only thing I can think of is that I am an insane bitch. That and I had some instinctual reaction because for a split second I had a flashback to my brothers giving me shit while I was on the phone with my friends. But still? C’mon. The nicest, sweetest, cutest man on earth and I give him shit for being NICE to me. GOD. I suck.  Add to that crying because I thought I looked fat in a sweater and because the dog wouldn’t listen to me and because, I don’t know, it rained and obviously it only rained on ME, and I’d say this is the worst Girly Time I’ve had since I was 15. Good times.

But, here, look, a picture of my Christmas Tree! Purty. (Complete with a puppy routing around underneath.)

Have a lovely weekend! I’ll post again soon!

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Remember when my puppy was a cute wee little thing?

Well, now she’s a Tazmanian Devil. She has learned how to bark. Yes. That’s right. Bark. Loudly. She seems shocked by that herself. Yesterday we had a Bad Dog day where she’d do EVERYTHING she could that broke the rules. She peed inside, after I took her out, while looking direcly at me. She’d bite me, then run away so I could scold her. Good times.

She also knows how to lean against her gate to push it over and try to escape.

But, in good news, she looks adorable in a santa hat.

As promised, here are some of my other Christmas photos. Yay! Christmas!

Christmas Joe Joes! YUM YUM!!!

Funky Red Ikea thingies…they look really cool in their $.97 vases.

Red Ornament Tree, with LIGHTS! I LOVE LIGHTS!

An overall view of my Christmas Wonderment.

AAAANNNND……a cute little Snowman box that holds a matching ornament. God I love Christmas.

Check out my Flickr page for more photos….I don’t want to use my free upload allotment so early in the season.

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Sometimes after Tonks has fallen asleep in her crate, I wake her up just so I can snuggle with her.

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