St. Murse and Willa, November 6.
St. Murse and Willa, January 2.
With houseguests, visitors, parties, and general holiday busyness, the puppy has been given short shrift a little these past few weeks. (Of course, she could have spent considerably less time in her crate over the holidays if she had refrained from doing things like incessantly nipping Eric's dad and jumping up eagerly--and repeatedly--to slam right into my dad's crotch.)
Anyway, I feel like all I want right now is to have a great day with my dog, so I'm going to spend the afternoon before work with her, just as soon as I finish this post and put on some pants.