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Sasha was just 7 weeks when I took her very first photo. I nagged asked my husband for YEARS for a second dog. Oscar was coming up on 8 years old, and I always felt he needed a play mate. Kris finally caved just after Christmas this year (around the same time I decided I wanted to have a third child) and Sasha joined our family just days before 2010.

She is playful, fun, and oh so loyal, and huge amounts of TROUBLE.

She chewed my Mother-In-Law’s favourite NEW shoes, my brand NEW shoes, Makayla’s NEW baseball glove -sensing a pattern here??
crayons, the patio deck cushion, dolls, left over food and anything else under the sun. The two balls of brand new yarn COMPLETELY unravelled throughout BOTH levels of the house.

She also went through a phase at about 3 months (she was only about 10 pounds at the time) where she would drag our 5×7 foot rug from the front entrance to the back door, the laundry room, the toy room, ANY room but the front door.

Bedroom doors needed to be closed at all costs. She would pee on Avalyn’s floor, dig on Makayla’s bed, and drag panties out of my laundry. Gross. Not to mention ate Kris’s wallet, and money, and ID. – I later told Kris that I could smell money, he thought I had won something on the lotto, I informed him the dog had gas. lol.

It is days like these that I really, really think about this photo. The days when I am in the back yard, garbage bag in hand, picking up whatever random piece of toy, bag, plant that she has playfully devoured. I grind my teeth, shake my head and mutter some not so calm things under my breath.

Then I think about this photo and am reminded of how cute she is when she snores. The hard thumps of her tail wagging when any of us walk into the room. She looks like she smiles when she is panting after some good exercise.

She loves us, and we sure love her, and all her trouble. Thankfully the year of puppyhood is almost behind us. Until then I’ll just keep this photo in mind, it is hard to be annoyed at her when she is so darn cute.