Roxie is now 20 weeks old. She’s still mostly puppy, though there are some grown-up traits showing.
As I write this she is running laps from the family room to the foyer, then the hallway, into the kitchen and back to the family room! She is looking for a place to bury a rawhide chew bone.
Yes–she wants to bury her bones in the house. She even tucked one behind my back while on the sofa, then pushed my shirt with her snout trying to make sure none of the bone showed.
This photo captures her rounding the bend from the family room to foyer wither her new favorite toy, Curly, firmly grasped in her teeth. Curly is a lamb–we think.
Who taught Roxie to lean into curves?