She's full grown and comes to just above my knee. I think it might be safe to say we got another, sweet-tempered dog, but this one eats grass, and poops tiny raisins. Naomi's job after school is to give her a bath. Being the size of a smallish dog, I don't think it will be too hard.

Scott made me promise not to get any more animals. At least they are all miniatures: 12 banty chicks, one pygmy goat, and one little sheltie dog. Scott is being quite patient with it all, but is likely to blow should I acquire anything else. I haven't told him there's a very slight chance that Sweet Pea might kid in July....

.... and that her last batch was triplets.

blaaaaa......


No, it's not an April Fool's joke.