Stella Bella!

Hello. This is my chunk of mulch. I luuuuuuuv it.

Stella is losing her baby teeth like crazy. She's got little holes in her gums and I'm sure it's all really uncomfortable. So she chews lots of stuff. So far we've managed to avoid any major shoe or furniture catastrophes.

I switched her back to the Blue Buffalo food because a few days after I started her on Wellness she started itching like crazy. My puppy is on antihistimines! So we're staying with Blue for the time being. I worry that she's not eating enough though.

Stella's DNA test results came back and I'm so positive that they are wrong that I called the company. They're sending a new swab test- no questions asked- and I should get it on Friday. They were really nice and apologized that the mail had already gone out or they would have sent it today. Impressive customer service.

They think I'm WHAT?!?!

So now I've been clicker training her to let me put my finger, and next q-tips, in her cheeks so I can get a super good DNA swab out of her. She doesn't like having her mouth touched at all. She's also getting fussy about having her feet touched, back to the clicker on that too! I tried smearing peanut butter on the fridge so that I could trim her nails and she'd have something to distract her, but she just was not having it.

I'd rather eat mulch than get my toenails trimmed.

And she's still a complete cuddle bug. When we play fetch she'll run back to me with her toy and then just dramatically drape herself across my lap and take a little break. When I put her in her crate at night (she's starting to just go in there on her own after I take her out for the last time at night), she sleeps on her back with her little (ha ha, there's nothing little about them!) paws up in the air. She's so funny and so darn CUTE! I love this dog to pieces.

Terrible picture- but look at those little eyelashes!

One of her favorite toys are still the Kong Airballs, but she has this weird habit of hiding them behind the couch and then trying to get to them again but they roll away so she can't reach them. She will spend several minutes with her head an shoulders crammed as far under the couch as possible staying completely still and quiet until I come and rescue the tennis balls for her. I'm not sure what the deal is with that.