She's a Cheeky One

It's been a while since I've flooded my blog with Brooklyn faces, so here goes.

Take a look into daily life with a Weim...and a further glimpse into the thoughts of our Weim.

"You're really just going to sit there and eat when there's all this playing to be done? Lazy humans."

"Always watching you."

"Oh, you mean you were planning to read in bed?"

"What's that fluffy thing on top of her butt?"

"Forget shotgun. I'm driving this thing."

"We run this town, Dad and I."

"SQUIRREL!"

"Now that's a good-looking dog!"

"Ahem. Where are my movie snacks?"

"That's better. Now I can see."

"Oh really, dahhling?"

"I'm having difficulty with my seat belt."

"What are you looking at?"

"Where did you expect to find me? On the floor?"

"Am I bothering you?"

"I don't know what ball you're talking about. Definitely do not see a...BALL!"

"I don't know what all this 'cheeky' talk is; I'm just a docile angel who loves her family more than anything."

Our girl is 8 1/2 months, 54 pounds, and a bundle of energy! Her appetite is insatiable, even with her three meals a day. She loves looking out the window for Ty, playing tug with Ty, squeaking her Wubba, running with Mom (I let her pick up speed once or twice during a walk), visitors, riding in the car, drinking out of the toilet, terrorizing the dog park with her best friend Scout, our bed, running down the street unleashed (errr, working on that), chewing toys to pieces, guarding her house, and family snuggle time.