I've adopted a peepy, not a puppy.

I'm loving Allie. I'm not loving the house training.I have never in my life bought so many rolls of paper towels. I'm afraid of what the people at the local WalMart think: "So THAT's how they're getting their fiber."

This pup reminds me of a baby doll my daughter once had: Baby Alive.

It was one of those little lifelike dolls with batteries that made it's mouth move and you could actually feed her her own baby food and give her a bottle. And the 'best" part was that she would then immediately poop and pee it all out and you could change her diaper, just like a real baby! Ugh. What propaganda these toy companies feed our children. Things like: "changing diapers is fun!" Well, this pup should have been named Puppy Alive. Feed her and give her water and it goes immediately through her internal plastic tube and comes out the other end.


She's very sweet, unless she's trying to steal one of the other dogs' food, then it just gets ugly. The other day she had our 14 year old maltese mix pinned to the floor with her jaws on the poor old dog's neck. Of course, Maggie DID start is when she snapped at Allie for getting just a LITTLE too close to her treat. And then all H-E- double-toothpicks broke out and it looked like the canine version of professional wrestling. Both survived and we've been more watchful of whom we feed treats to and when.

Allie's done pretty good on the chewing aspect. She is 6 months old, so we didn't have the initial little puppy teething thing. But Allie has managed to taste our remote control, my purple flipflops, my blue leather sandals, my hubby's black plastic shower sandals, our couch pillow, 3 Beanie Babies, 2 plants, and one basket. And a few cats thrown in for dessert. It's not that I haven't gotten this dog toys to chew on. I refuse to add up the receipts for fear I'll go into shock and then I'll have to be rushed to the hospital and that'll be MORE money gone. But truly, our house looks like a mangled stuffed animal mine-field. You must come visit with a strong stomach. You will see headless bunnies, earless bears, and blind Beanie Babies. It's a sad sight.

Well, it's our evening "Go poopy!" time. Yeah, I actually say that, over and over and over and over and over again, when I take her out in the evening, until the blessed event occurs. I'm sooooo thankful we don't have close neighbors. They'd either have me locked up for insanity, or they'd shoot me. THEN who would clean up the puddles???