I'm not really sure how it happened. It just happened. One day we weren't even thinking about getting a dog. Then the next day the opportunity presented itself to get a dog. And the next day we decided to get the dog. Am I crazy? Isn't getting a puppy supposed to be a decision that you think about and read about and talk about and think about some more? Well, I did all that thinking and talking and reading in a matter of about 2 days. And so far I don't regret it. (so far). No really, I love her.
The girls decided right away to name her Heidi. I like to call her Rascal. Heidi Rascal Blazer. She is a Yorkshire Terrier and she is only 7 weeks old. She weighs 3 lbs 7 ounces. So far, she is doing really well. I know housetraining is going to be a long process so I am hoping that my house doesn't smell like dog pee by the time she gets the hang of it.
She spends half of her day taking naps curled up in a quiet corner or under the couch and she spends the other half of her day being carried around like a doll by Pumpkin or nipping at Princess's heels. My biggest hope is that the girls don't turn her into a fearful, anxious dog before they gain an understanding of the proper way to treat a dog. She's not a doll, she's not a toy, and she's not a scary monster. She's a sweet, precious, curious, energetic puppy and I love her!
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