being an owner of a puppy isn't as easy as i thought it would be. potty training, puppy classes on a saturday at 8:30 AM, endless energy, doctors appointments, teething, etc. not to mention the little disaster my lola turned out to be. but she's my little baby. no matter how mad i am, she'll give me a sad & i'm sorry look and i'm like... how can i be mad at you? i swear though, i have an indestructible little pit. she has passed metal (perhaps glass), plastic, paper, and other foreign objects through her and she's still at it. i do hope that she quits soon because our once beautiful garden is now bare. and as she gets older i doubt she'll be able to handle anything besides dog food. funny side note: she always brings whatever she destroys (plants, bottles, cans, paper, plastic, etc) to our front door like she's putting it on display for us to see. so the first thing we see when we come home is her destruction.
oh and here is a little conversation i had with my dad:
me: so did you scold her?
dad: no, i don't want her to be scared of me.
my dad... such a softy. this was also a day after she tore up his coffee pot. /: hurricane lola strikes again!!
1. she's quite the professional plant puller.
2. tore up phone books.
3. garden hose that is now 4' shorter.
4. seriously, how do i stay mad at this pretty face?!
