Welcome, Daisy!

I'm going on week 4 with my new Yorkie pup, Daisy.

She continues to be cute and cuddly at times and a complete monster at other times. Some days I love her to pieces and other days I want to leave her tied up outside of Walgreens with a "Free to Good Home" sign hanging from her cute, little pink collar. I know she's just a baby (going on 16 weeks) but she knows how to push my buttons and I swear she does it on purpose. She gets this glint in her eye and goes all Wyatt Earp Tombstone, "and hell's coming with me." She then proceeds to show me exactly what that means. She runs away when I try to bring her inside, she hides under spaces just big enough for her 4.5 pound butt to wriggle under, she tries to eat rocks, roly ploys and those little helicopter seed thingys. She sticks her butt in the air and smirks at me before taking off in a grand circle around the yard.

By that point I usually want to take her skinny little 6" neck and throttle her, but then she comes up and gives me a quick "kiss" and snuggles right into any crook of my body that fits her best in that moment and proceeds to give her little contented puppy sigh and fall asleep.

It's like the little terror of moments before never even existed...and how can I not love what she's morphed into?

Even when she's being evil she'll stare at me sometimes with her puppy eyes and big pointy ears and cock her head and my heart will melt a little at her cuteness. But I strive for sternness and discipline. I am the mom and she'll thank me some day when she's a well-behaved, well-loved adult. Yeah, I'm sure she'll thank me then...