Happy Thanksgiving!

[Scotland's answer to Gandalf?]

Also, H. got a B-day package from home (thanks, Mom& Dad!!! everything's wonderful!)

Emily's clothes were a big hit! Except with Emily, of course. She tucked her tail and hid under the coffee table.

(11/26, 10pm)

[101 reasons I love Korea: sequin trimmed faux-fur doggy clothes]

(11/27, 10 am)

[And she sulked this morning too]

[Boo! Grandma, you're related to Mommy, aren't you?]

This one is for you

I can't stop smiling!

Barkety bark bark bark

Emily barks ... a LOT. Half the day, I'm running down the stairs to shush her.

And barking at other dogs walking by is not an excuse. Sometimes she mistakes the ducks waddling along the road for dogs.

[Sure looked like dogs to me.]

Happy Birthday Bundley!!!

[A little fuzzy, a little shaggy, Emily is a whole 1 year old today!]

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(more to follow)

Princess Crankypants

Emily, after being neglected by Mommy, runs to have quality time with Daddy:

[Yay, snuggles]

Yes, that's a 4.1kg puppy, there. Mommy laughed at how big she is now. And woke her up with the sound of the camera.

[Wah? Who? Where? Chicken?]

[Princess Crankypants]

Jailbreak Puppy

As time goes on, M. and H. are learning the vicissitudes of 'dogality' -- dog personality. Emily's a right weirdo.
Example: she likes to scratch and sniff walls. (read: lick)

[Shawshank Puppy: Behind that poster of Rita Hayworth's Fuzzy Bikini is a world made of dreams....]

So, we put cardboard up against it. Nothing doing. She'll scratch and dig at the cardboard until she reaches the wall, then scratches and digs some more.

[What? This is normal!]

I don't have the heart to tell Emily that she'll only end up in our neighbor's house.

[Sleep to dig another day]