The past two and a half weeks have flown by in a flurry of snuggles, puppy pads, tug-o-war, and moments of pure panic. Pixie the fearless adventuress has visited the skunks under the deck (ack!), snuck out at night (coronary!), and seriously considered jumping into the partially-frozen fish pond (gah!). Despite no sense of self-preservation, she is wonderfully intelligent, and quickly figures things out on her own (like how to escape and evade recapture). And there is no better snuggler on the face of the planet once she gets sleepy. Playing with her is a delight, and when we stop she paws the air in a motion my daughter has labeled “come at me bro.” Being chased is her favorite game, especially with a dirty puppy pad in her mouth. I may be getting little writing (or much of anything) done, but this sweet little whirling dervish has spun herself into our hearts, and we couldn’t imagine our family without her. 😀