Puppy Love

I realized I hadn't blogged about Miss Ivy lately. 

There hasn't been much in the way of "training" lately. As soon as she got the potty thing down, I was just so relieved that she was doing that so well, that I haven't really pushed much else. She knows the sign for "no" although most of the time she ignores it. Typical boxer behavior. 

I just thought I would take a minute to tell you about what she does do.

Her ears do things that kill me. They seem to have their own personality as they grow and morph into whatever they are becoming. Silky, pink, velvety triangles that wiggle and flop. 

She gets dead-panned looks on her face that make my heart hurt and my tummy tickle. 

Her face...it puddles. 

It wrinkles.

As a matter of fact, there isn't much on her that doesn't puddle and wrinkle. 

Her neck begs to be kissed. And, surprisingly, she lets us. 

Her eyes, they do that goggly, boxer thing that is both endearing and hilarious. 

She is exquisite and adorable. 

She's my puppy...and I love her.