This is what remains of Stella's bed. See the sad, deflated centre of the bed? It used to be full of stuffing. Until Stella decided to eat it:
Stella hiding the evidence:
Sometimes Stella gets a really scary look in her eyes. It's times like this that I know she would eat my face if given the opportunity:
Stella telling us it's time to go for a walk. We don't tell her. She tells us:
This is why we decided to enroll her in puppy school. The first class wasn't too bad. She wasn't the worst puppy in the class but she certainly wasn't the best. She has this adorable habit of vocalizing her yawns. I really don't know how else to describe it. Anyway, she kept doing it during class. We thought it was hilarious because man, puppy school is boring, but the teacher wasn't too impressed. This week involved a lot of talking (and the teacher wouldn't let the puppies interact with each other - which I thought the whole point of puppy school was, but whatever.) Hopefully next week we actually get to do stuff. I'm hoping that puppy school will convert Stella from a leash-puller (she weighs 15lbs and I'm not kidding when I say that she drags me down the street) into a well-behaved heeler. Hah, I just accidentally typed "heller" there - foreshadowing, perhaps?