I can't believe we've had Isabella for 6 weeks already! The time is flying and she is growing leaps and bounds. Her 16th week birthday was 10/19/20, and boy, oh boy did she make it a day to remember!

The morning started as it always does...She had a little time downstairs by herself (gated in the "safe" area) between my husband going upstairs and the kids and I coming down. I was about to finish up getting ready for work when I thought, hey, I better go downstairs and let Isabella out. Well, someone had left a Kohl's mailer (think small magazine, multiple pages) on the couch. I guess it was within her reach. As soon as I got downstairs, I call her name to go outside. What do I see? The Kohl's mailer in a zillion peices in her dog bed and strewn about the living room. Where's Isabella? She has left the scene of the crime! I look toward the back door (sliding glass door was open, screen door closed) and see a sweet puppy face looking in at me. What the??? She had managed to make her own doggie door by bolting through the screen door. Yeah, it was a flimsly piece of poo anyway, but she totally did it in. I wish I had time to snap a few photos but was already late getting out the door...Whew, I felt like I had put in a day of work before even leaving the house....

The same evening, before bed, she continued her birthday celebration...ha ha. Our downstairs is totally tiled and while we've only had a few potty accidents they have been really easy to clean up. She doesn't go upstairs often and when she does she is fully supervised. She can fly up the stairs, but still is a little awkward getting down. She must be watched and helped in that department...I don't want her tumbling down...Anyway, she was running full speed upstairs, round and round, having the time of her life playing with the kids. Then, out of the blue, stop and barf. Ewwww. "MOM!!!!! Isabella threw up!!!"... Only once has she ever hacked up peices of a new, small dog treat (dried apple and chicken goody) that she didn't chew well in her gluttony. I figured she had played too hard and coughed up a bit of goo. No, it was full-on POOP! Not one spot, but 2! Bless my daughter's heart, she tried to get her downstairs and outside...Imagine full-blown diarrhea out of the wrong end. Yuck, I know! OK, I thought we had solve the poop eating...I guess not quite yet! As much as I've tried to avoid it, my carpet has been officially initiated to puppyhood!