Happiness is a Puppy

Kisses is our youngest fur ball, who at three-months rocks our world like a tornado.  Like all puppies are, Kisses is overflowing with energy.  She is unstoppable and her playfulness is sure to make you laugh that you just want to pick her up and cuddle her in your arms. 

She loves to rough up the two boys, George and Tobias. She would try to bite George’s mouth even though he is clearly a big guy beyond her reach.  And she would always provoke Toby to chase her or wrestle with her even though she’s already twice his size.

She’s only been with us for a month now and our day isn’t complete without us telling her off, not to chew on things (yes, she is teething and her #1 hobby is chewing on anything – slippers, cabinets, walls, shoes, rugs, furniture, socks, etc) or not to go inside the room, or not to be too naughty.  This is why she has to stay in her crate for the rest of the day when nobody can look after her.  Of course, she doesn't like it and she can be really loud when she wants your attention.

No, it's not all fun and smiles to have dogs in the house.  Sometimes, her naughtiness can get in our nerves too.  But when she starts to whimper or lie down begging for us to scratch her furry, white belly, her charm always wins me over in the end.

I guess that is why some people say, "happiness is a puppy". I raised George and Sophia (Kisses' Mom) since they were puppies and I totally believe that.  Do you?