Dogzilla...

I must warn you ahead of time that this may be a shameless, cute puppy post.

My son Brendon, a few months ago, thought it would be a fabulous idea to get a puppy when he moved out on his own.  What he didn't count on was that he picked the reincarnated "Marley" out of the litter.

Don't be fooled by those cute little puppy eyes.

Riley is dogzilla through and through.

She eats rocks.

She spaz's out at the snap of a finger.

She fights with her leash.

She barks at her tail.

Then she will be calm, cute and quiet.

And you just can't help but be pulled in by her 'cute puppy' power.

For a little while.

Then she will jump up again, running around at break neck speed chasing Lord knows what.

She follows me around the patio and barks and growls at the broom when I'm sweeping and tiding things up.  Apparently she does not like my butterfly bushes that I have out back because she likes to 'trim' them for me when she comes for a visit.

Who knows.

Sometimes I think she has a goal to dig down to China the way she digs in certain spots of the yard.

Either that or she really likes earthworms.

I'm just waiting for the day when Brendon tells me she ate the receiver on the phone.

I'm glad she doesn't live here.  :)