Cute... But Stinky

We finally got some snow, which I like but never look forward to. It's kind of like having an annoying friend whom you know comes around every once in a while, but then after a few minutes they're not so annoying.

Charleigh is funny. The world's hyper-ist dog. I've decided to dub her "Little Miss Captain Poopers" after the last few "suprises" I've recieved coming home some nights. No matter how much or how often I punish her, she still does it, which eventually ended up leading to me feeding her less. It seems to work.

She's sitting on my lap now, and has to keep switching positions to get comfortable. Awwwww. Cute... but stinky.

Dogs are funny creatures. This is my first time taking care of one, so it's funny to see the similarities between them and little kids. Always yelling at them for doing something wrong. Always needing lots of attention all the time. Always cleaning up a mess they made.

And she's gotten used to me. She isn't so hyper around me anymore, and settles down when I do. That's a good sign. I used to get worried when I'd go to bed, because it took her half an hour to even calm down. Now she just knows.

I'll talk on her more later. Right now I'd better crash.