This. Little. Puppy.

She's driving me up the wall. No wonder my aunt and uncle needed a vacation.

First, she won't go to sleep. Then, she wakes me up at six in the morning because she needs the bathroom. Okay, fine. She has to go, nothing I can do about it. So I get her up, take her out into the freezing Petaluma night, and bring her back in to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, this has woken up both of the other boys (they were not very happy about her crying), and they want breakfast. But they can wait, I decide. It's only six am, and my uncle's note said that she would go right back to sleep.

Wrong. She did not go right back to sleep. As a matter of fact, she still hasn't fallen asleep. After another half an hour of her whining, I decide to just get up and deal with it later. I get her back in her x-pen, feed the boys, and feed her.

Then, fifteen minutes later, she needs to go to the bathroom. This is at about seven in the morning. Still cold. Since then, I've taken her out about once every hour for bathroom things. Otherwise she ruins the tile.

Just remember, two hundred dollars... two hundred dollars...