Doggy Sainthood

Growing up, we always had Golden Retrievers. (Yes, there was an ornery Westie named Corkie, too - but almost always a Golden.) And when Chloe was little, we had Clementine, our wonderful Golden Retriever. But, when we were living in the apartment in Virginia, we were not excited about the amount of hair a Golden would produce in our small space, so we opted for a Cavalier. Even though I always thought there were only 2 breeds of dogs, "Golden Retrievers" and "Non-Golden Retrievers," and Pete is a big-dog kind of guy, Cinnamon was a welcome addition. And we have converted. That's not to say that as soon as we have a fenced in yard we won't be getting a Golden right away, but for now, we tell everyone who will listen how great Cavaliers are. And because a picture is worth a thousand words, Addy will show you how great a Cavalier is:

This dog is a saint. Saint Cinnamon.

I think Addy is about to have a growth spurt. I've just about given up on her getting more teeth (still just those two bottoms!), and she is so tired and cranky she can barely stand to be awake. She was only up for an hour this morning before she went back down for a nap, and then got up for lunch, and was back in the crib after an hour and a half. I'm happy she's sleeping so much, because when she is awake, she has been fussy and clingy.

And now, I'm off to take advantage of the sleeping baby and clean. YUCK.