We came home tonight after getting our soon-to-be-arriving nephew a few baby-shower delights to find two eaten pencils, shredded book and chomped TV remote. That’s right, Dakota decided to share her puppy side. So now her puppy side is sitting in her cage for the evening with an occasional commentary of “bad dog” from myself as I cleaned up the mess. With a phone call Matt has a new remote headed our way free of charge. But sadly, Dakota’s puppyness has destroyed a book I was reading on some suggested methods to get our baby to sleep in more solid chunks through the night once kiddo comes. Apparently Dakota would like to see me suffer… once tonight and again come my return to work after baby arrives. That’s worth a “bad dog” in my book. Upon seeing the mess I announced to my laughing husband regarding leaving Dakota out of her cage when we are gone, “That’s the end of that.”

Who knows, maybe in a good 10 years she can convince me that she is a good dog again.
J/k