Oh, furbaby

I love my dog. There's no denying that. She's adorable and kind of the devil. 

Proof that she's the devil. Attacking a shihtzu when she was a baby. 

And proof that she was adorable. She had to have her ball and her bone at the same time. 

Now, she just makes these faces at me. She's very serious. And very much wanting my very late night snack. 

Earlier, I made her do what we call "circus dog" and stand up and dance in a circle for a treat. 

I love her so much. Maybe it's weird, but she's my baby. She is my furbaby. =]

She's finally getting used to me being back home. After like 6 months. And she's finally kenneling when we ask her. She is doing better with being off leash and she's still not a fan of water. I tried to get her to swim at Baker lake. She wasn't a fan. At all. She used all of her energy to swim back to shore and befriend anyone on the shore who would love her.