Tasha Tuesday

Tasha was not interested in having her photo taken over the weekend. At least not by me. Ken was more successful. She, like most puppies, is a bundle of energy. She actually took a flying leap at Callie's head to give her a kiss on Monday. Callie just stood there, dumbfounded. She loves Bert the cat, too, and runs circles around him. They lie on the floor together and trade face licks. She still won't go down stairs, so we have to carry her. When we get to the bottom she tries to wriggle free and often takes a short dive, rolls over, and bounces back up to run out the door.

Tish-Tash.

This morning she woke me up around 03h30 to go outside. I got up, dressed, and carried her down the two flights of stairs. We got into the utility room and there was Bert. Tasha got all excited and I had to carry her outside to separate the two. Bert meowed and Tasha ran back into the house, having not done her business. So we went back upstairs and back to bed. An hour later, Tasha woke me up again. Dressed again, downstairs again, and this time no cat. Tasha pooped. Then back to bed. After a half-hour, at 05h00, the garbage truck roared up the hill. Tasha was up for good, and so were we.