Meet Stella. Her breed is called a Cairnnoodle. She looks like her momma, and we describe her as looking like "Toto". But believe me...we aren't in Kansas anymore Toto! At times over the past 2 months her name has been: Stella-NO, Stella-Stop it, Stella-come and my personal favorite.."Stella I am not your chew toy"! ...but all those are coming back around to the original name of STELLA. Bryant & I had a lapse in better judgment back on Memorial Day weekend. We have been wanting a dog for a while, but after puppy sitting for the kids we would get our fix and be fine. Seventeen years since we have had a "puppy". Heaven only knows what possessed us that Friday morning. I had seen an ad with Cairn Terrier/Poodle pups and we thought we would "just go look" ROFL!!!! I should have known better. It was Memorial Day weekend and we were heading out to camp with the kids at Detroit Lake. We were the first there to look at this litter of puppies. Six, twelve week old, adorable pups, furry, lovable, tugging at our hearts. Who picked who is my question? We were lucky we came home with only one...Kaelyn was with us and wanted us to take them all. We even had to stop at the store on the way and pick up food, collar/leash, dishes and a travel carrier! Ackkkkkkk! What did we do???? Stella did very well that weekend camping, traveling and seemed to enjoy getting home from Detroit, to see that her new owners really did have a house and not just a tent to live in. She is coming along....slowly...but coming along. We are still in the rages of puppy behavior. She's getting the concept of potty outside, not in the middle of the living room. She is teething terribly. Losing most of her puppy teeth but chewing anything she can find. Which so far has only been the toys we've provided and one pair of shoes of mine that Bryant has already let me replace! We tried the baby gates and playpens around the house to confine her and she promptly jumped over them with out a blink. So for now she wears a leash around the house so we can stop her from roaming. Our cat Phoebe likes her, but the newness has definitely worn off. She bats and scratches her with the best of them. (believe me...I'm not worried about the pup, Phoebe has yet to hurt her) In future posts, I will tell you about her escapades, travels and how she is growing. Right now I have to go clean up after the treat hurking little darling. Haha, no lie...she just puked. Fun for me. As you all know, I do so well with animal fluids!