Libby becomes more precious by the moment. At seven weeks old she now wrestles with the big dogs, barks a little, and goes outside to do her business. Fiona is weaning her only allowing her to nurse a couple times a day. Libby fears nothing taking on shoes, slippers, toys and balls bigger than she is.
At night when she's tired she comes wanting "up" to rest under my chin or on my shoulder while I watch TV. After our late night potty breaks she shares my pillow sleeping against my ear, her little heart beats so fast. Libby constantly brings smiles and joy to all who see her.
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