Fatale Abstraction

...and they called it puppy love!

Is it just me, or she really as cute as I think she is?

Saturday was such a LONG, exhausting day that I knew I wouldn't sleep well unless I got a nice shower before bed. I brought Praline into the bathroom with me and shut the door. Now, my shower curtain is clear plastic, so she could totally see me the whole time, but after a few minutes, I heard a mournful sound, half howl/half chortle, and looked over to see her fretting and trying to climb into the tub with me. I know she could see me - I don't understand why they anxiety! One day soon, a half-hearted hop will land her in the tub with me. I hope she likes being clean.

She's got lots of personality, and I'm enjoying getting to know her. She's such a soft little thing, too, with her smooth, pink baby-piggy belly. Her tail will straighten out or curl up and seems to be a mood/interest indicator, but I'm not versed in what the curl indicates just yet. It will be fun finding out.

Sorry- I'm kind of foaming at the mouth about all things puppy-related lately. This blog won't be turning into a one-note symphony-- I'll settle down. Eventually. Probably about the time she makes sawdust of a favorite piece of furniture, or something. Even then, I'll still think she's pretty grand. :)

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Monday afternoon, I'm going out to look at another little house near a lake that may be a good prospect for me. But then again, driving up in the country around Grayson county, I really, really like the gentle hills around there. It was a nice reminder that there's not just one-and-only-perfect-spot out in the country. Pick a spot on the map, I spose.

Have a great week!