Da Bad Baby

Dixie has a new name--not that she's intentionally a terror--but as a singleton, she hasn't learned to share and Phoebe does not discipline her. In Dixie's world, everything revolves around her and woe to those who get in her way! She growls at her mother if Phoebe approaches her food bowl. Phoebe immediately backs off while Dixie guards the bowl, even though she's already eaten so much her tummy is practically dragging the floor. The other night, Dixie played tug of war with the fur on Phoebe's front leg, moving to the back where she could grab a bigger chunk. She ended up with a mouthful of fur! We rarely find her sleeping, she's always too busy dragging the crate mats into the whelping box or carrying toys into the crates. This morning I got to replace all the newspapers on the floor as Dixie had dumped the water bucket--even though it's hooked to the exercise pen. She's had two expeditions outside and she'll spend 15 or so minutes, criss crossing the yard, exploring. Even that does nothing to expend all her energy!


Attacking shoes





Taking on David



Back off, Mom, it's mine!


Hassling Harley


Oops, went too far--cats have claws!




Getting into things that don't belong to her