none the wiser...

Mona

The day after I got all four of my wisdom teeth removed (two impacted), I received an unexpected visitor at seven o'clock in the morning. Mona, the 7 week old Shepard-Retriever was deposited on my bed by my aunt, where she would spend the next two hours biting my face off and sleeping. Mostly sleeping. When she woke up I did and we'd go outside to play (and pee) until she was so tired that she simply had to come inside, chew anything of value placed less than two feet off the floor and simply be adorable before she, once again, fell asleep.

Her father being a pure white German Shepard, Mona is pure white with the sweetest brown eyes. Her left ear folds over while her right sticks straight up, making her look quizzical all the time. She'd follow me around the house, wailing as we encountered any type of step or obstacle. Outside she'd be right on my heels and would never let me out of her sight.

That was a week ago. Now Mona is less interested in my location than that of things to chew, anything from loose change to socks to the couch to wires. She chases the other dogs around the yard and house and sometimes they join in and play too. She doesn't sleep nearly as much, and our mornings now include much more biting than sleeping. I'll call her to go inside and she'll decide that, the house being conquered territory, it would be better to go conquer the stone steps around the back. 

Nellie

It's amazing how fast little creatures grow. Mona steals my heart every time I see her. Nellie, my family's dog, is still my favorite, but there is something so sweet, so purely joyful in the way that Mona frolics. I can't help but smile every time I see it.