Annie

Annie is such a sweet little thing. Only seven weeks old today, she always uses her potty pad and follows me around like a tiny shadow. Her only problem is that she cannot bear to have me out of her sight yet. She lets out a tiny little shriek and then a wail, but let's face it. She has been taken away from her mother and siblings less than three days ago.

I marvel at the way she can already eat solid food and the way she is gnawing at anything her tiny mouth can get around. She toddles around on short stubby little legs, her belly almost touching the ground. How anything this small and this young can already be so self sufficient is amazing.

I have been ill since she arrived, so this morning will our first day to do anything. My son and Lennon are coming for breakfast and if the weather is nice I might put Annie in the stroller and we will all go for a walk. I don't want to take her out around other dogs until she's had all her puppy shots.

Such simple and mundane things are really the stuff of life.