When I brought Haole home, she was tiny. I was told she was already 3 months old and wouldn’t get much bigger. Um. “They” were wrong. She is smaller than Tucker but much bigger than the lap dog I was expecting. She is all puppy and makes life interesting. Ray would say aggravating but potatoes/potatoes. It’s all in how you say it. (How did you read potatoes/potatoes?)
So Haole is a bit like a toddler right now shoving everything she can find in her mouth. Two days ago I heard Ray say, “Why is there a snail on the rug?…Haole!!!!” Have you seen the snails here?
There are sticks, leaves and my favorite, lava rocks left all over our floors. I dare say stepping on one of those is worse than stepping on a Lego in the middle of the night. Ouch!
Yesterday I got home to find her chewing on something. I grabbed thinking maybe she found an old piece of coral. Nope.
I guess she’s officially a Stiff redneck with summer teeth. You know, summer here…summer there. We’ve all got a little touch of Redneck around here.
Then there are times that she chooses to mimic the best dog in the world. (Yes, I play favorites with the animals.) It gives me a little hope that Tucker will one day teach all of us to be as regal as he is.