Let me tell you about my puppy

When I was a kid, we'd visit my grandparents in Florida almost every summer. I LOVED these trips and have many happy memories from them. I remember big things and small things about them. One weird little detail I remember is seeing bumper stickers on large American sedans that said "Let me tell you about my grandchildren." Even at a young age, I knew that those bumper stickers meant (1) that car would be moving very slowly, and (2) I wanted to avoid getting stuck in a conversation with that sweet couple. Well, now I want to find one of those couples so we can spare the people around us and they can tell me about their grandchildren and I can tell them about my puppy.

Here is Lacy at 12 weeks. She weighs 12.5 pounds (her adult weight will be 55-70 lbs). She is definitely looking less like a puppy to me and more like a dog.

Her first smile:

I'm still the one who gets up with her in the morning, usually in the 5:30 range, and David takes her out late at night. She's still a lunatic when she first wakes up. I've started taking her on walks after she does her business to work off some of that energy. It usually works, because she pretty much conks out when we get home.

Her "Whatchoo talkin' about Willis?" look:

Here she is chewing on a stick. This generally buys us 30 seconds before we need to stop her from chewing on something more dangerous, like mushrooms of indeterminate origin, or the Calico Critters dalmation family, or one of her siblings.

Chewing on a dwarf Japanese holly bush:

She loves her daddy. She immediately rolls over for a belly rub when she sees him.

Actually, she immediately rolls over for a belly rub whenever she meets most new people. She runs up to them, tail wagging furiously, then pees out of the sheer excitement of it all, then she rolls over for a belly rub. You can't buy that kind of charm.