Shorty and I had been up since 6:45, way too early for the big dogs from hill house to provide diversion. She had been out, watered and fed, had a good squeaky ball game.
Last I saw her, she was chewing on the rubber tire toy, a plastic bone at the ready next to her.
Next I saw her, there were no paper mess worries for the Puppy-Formerly-Known-As-Shredder.
I had left a bag of apples just inside the front door. As it turns out, not only does Shorty like bananas, she is a veritable fruitaholic.
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