Me and the big giant puppy…

… were home alone the past two days and I wasn’t sick!  She is recovering from her spay surgery.  Hump.  We all should recover so well.  I’ve had to crate her a few times because she was getting too rowdy (playing with Mini or Gracie) and I was afraid she would rip open her stitches.  In the crate she go promptly to sleep.

Except for late this afternoon when she decided it would be a good time to rip open her bed, tear off pieces of the inner foam, and shred them.  Yeah, I think she may have bored.

Living with 70 pound six and half month old puppy is a whole different kinda life than we had with Emma. 

Emma was so small, delicate looking, and quiet.  Lily is big, clumsy, and loud!  LOUD! 

Lumbering Lily.

And Lily barks.  A really big bark.  BARK!  BARK!  BARK!  And then she ends all her barking with some grumblling.  It is just so funny!

You look at her and you think "dog," but then you watch her for a few minutes and realize "puppy." 

A big giant awesome puppy!