A pile o' puppy pictures

Too many photo opportunities! Every single day. Poppy's just so stinkin' cute! And she's a good puppy, too. Sleeps through the night, doesn't get carsick, happy to meet all comers. But make no mistake; she is "Terrier Tough." Keeping an eagle eye on her to keep her good (no pottying in the house, no chewing on cords, etc.) AND trying to keep up with at least the minimum inside and outside responsibilities, all while being distracted by photo and play opportunities sure makes it hard to keep up here. So just a reminder: if you really need daily doses of Poppy (hmm, is that like, um, a heroin addiction?) you can check my Instagram feed (click on the little blue bar at right).

So here are selected photos from the last few days, right through to Poppy napping in a sunbeam this morning.

A few comments. 1) Poppy's motto is obviously "Play hard, sleep hard." She is also "Queen of all the toys." ;-)  2) Poppy LOVES being a farm dog! She is intensely interested in spots where there is mouse smell, thinks the wooded lot is Disneyland, and romps in loose hay bales like a kid jumping on a bed. 3) Poppy found that soft disk on her own in the toy basket. It was Jackson's favorite and my heart ached a little when she appropriated it. Not that I would have kept it from her; I just thought it was too big for her right now. Ha. 4) The new neighbors who handed down the snuggly "sheepskin" coat brought over that little blue bed and another coat the wife made just for Poppy. (The coat is adorable but too big right now.) 5) A man and his matching puppy. Rick was eager to show Poppy off after church yesterday. I think he likes her. :-)  6) I am so thankful that Poppy has a ready playmate in Chuckie. WHAT a cat!

Now it's almost noon. Poppy's on her second nap. I have four loaves of whole grain and seed bread raising in the oven. Both my horses need exercise, but between the bread and the puppy and a house concert we're attending this afternoon (Jim Malcolm again, this time with his wife), that may be difficult to squeeze in. On our way to the concert, we're dropping off Poppy at her sister Penny's for their first post-gotcha-day playdate; I predict they will have Fun-with-a-capital-F and wear each other out! It will be interesting to see how much Penny has changed in a week; I know Poppy has grown and changed but it's hard to gauge how much when I'm with her all the time.

That's it for now from . . .