Trouble and then some.

They're so much like the little girl with the curl, "And when she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad, she was horrid!" Of course they're not horrid, but they are most definately little hellions, lol.

Mawee's post on "A Dog Named Pooh" cracked us up (see Not Really in my links). In response, I'll digress, just briefly, to potty-talk. In the days of Kahlua, Cream & Buttercup, clean up could be a daunting task. Nowadays, not so daunting. A small amount of tp and a bleach wipe can address any situation. On the "Circus Elephant" front, my vote goes to R&R, with their two Great Danes; can we say "front-end loader?"

On raising two min pins ... we're amazed at the difference between small breed puppies to large. At 8 weeks old they were already agile, alert and extremely inquisitive. They seem to pick-up on things rather quickly (whether or not they choose to comply is another story.)

During the excitement of feeding, they began dancing around on their hind legs. I rewarded them with treats... Dance = Treats ... now they do it any time you have a treat. Tangaray wins for style and grace, pirouetting beautifully. Taquila's a mexican jumping bean. Arrribaa! Arrrribaa!

And they call it, Puppy looove....