The Baby Dog

The husband is calling her El Diablo, if that gives you any indication as to how she's settling into the household. Actually, she's pretty sweet. But she's a jumper and a chewer. And after some initial kowtowing to Ollie boy, she's holding her own with him. She's pretty feisty with her elders, but maybe that's how it went down at the kennel where she was raised. They're all sweet dogs, but there's still a pecking order and she was low girl on the totem pole. So she starts out meek and mild and then you see some sass.

Here's she-devil on the hearth, because Lord have mercy our Pepper is a nosy critter. Everything MUST be inspected and investigated.

Now she's queen of Ollie's toy basket. I had forgotten how a puppy is like having a toddler in the house. She races around with her toys in her mouth and then just drops them when she's tired or distracted. I find dog toy carcasses everywhere. And like little kids, everything gets put into her mouth to test it. And then swallow it if you're not fast enough to get it away from her before she takes a gulp. A teeny tiny zip tie got ingested on Saturday. So I've been watching for signs of stomach distress since I was NOT digging through her poop to look for it. She seems fine. Lots of energy for playing tug of war with Ollie and taking walks with us. Aspen didn't suit and so now her name is Pepper thanks to the 16 yr old daughter. Her coat of base black with some brindle and gray thrown in looks just like a container full of peppercorns with all that variation.