When Totsi was wee...

Totsi was a precious puppy. Here she is the day I brought her home. (Pardon the quality of these pictures - I had the single crappiest digital camera on the planet at this time.)

I got her at Walmart. Well, not really, I was running errands one Saturday morning, and needed to make a stop in a shopping center that contained a Walmart to dump several bags of old clothes into the Salvation Army drop box. On the way into the shopping center, I saw someone with puppies for adoption, and stopped to look at the adorable balls of fur that were bouncing all around. The tiniest one, an itty bitty, adorable German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix, was happily taking rope tug toys away from the much larger puppies, and not letting them have the toys back. I had to have her.

Just a slight hitch - I was taking all of those clothes to the drop box because I was turning my spare bedroom into a closet, and my walk-in closet into an office. Saying that an entire end of my house was in complete disarray that morning (29 October 2005) wouldn't be coming close to reality. But I brought Totsi home. Puppies can be happy in boxes while their humans work, right?

Wrong. Way, way wrong. She got out of boxes, cleared a security gate, and made her way under the bed to tear some stuff up. Little by little, this happened to the bedroom:

(Look. There she is inspecting what I had to do.)

Yes, a stereo and two folding tables. It gets better, baby:

A trunk. And what's that pink plastic thing?

That would be a lawn chair covered with some fabric to keep her from getting through the holes to the folded stacks of things I had finished going through. The bed was covered in clothes I was still sorting. Totsi had a habit of peeing on anything soft left on the floor at that age. Rather than take the clothes off the bed every night, I just put an air bed on the floor and let the puppy sleep with me. That's what you see in front of the lawn chair. Wait until you see the foot of the air bed:

It's a wicker chair turned into an off-the-floor basket for other things I was sorting. (Note the bottle of Febreeze on the desk.) Eventually, though, it was all finished up and Totsi learned to behave herself. Mostly. She would, and still does, get a little sassy from time to time.

Enjoy the rest of your day. I'm off to continue recovering from this morning's yoga practice and break up yet another hissy-pop kitty cat fight.