I love my dog, but today was one of those days that if you would have offered me five bucks you would have walked away with a pure bred German Shepherd. Blake has made a new house rule: No more puppies! We only deal with old dogs who like to sit on the front porch and roll over.
Zoe was out of control today. She likes to run around the house, smell crotches and dig through the trash. If I ever leave her alone in the house, she drags the trash all over the house and I find her chewing on an egg carton behind the recliner. Then her big out of control tail ends up wacking Molly when she's trying to lick me in the face and I have a screaming baby (or a laughing one... depends on Molly's mood).
Other than that, I love my dog.