I am very excited today because i will fiinally get to work with a trainer to help me control my terrier or as my mom likes to call her a terrorist. i will admit that some of Roxi's (that is my 8 month old boston terrier/jack russell mix) behaviors have gotten out of hand. but in all honesty i will say that it's my fault. i spoil her like a child because to me she's my baby. i don't really care to have children of my own at least not in any immediate future that i can imagine and the fact that i threatened my parents that if i can't have a dog i'd have a baby makes me treat her like a baby so much more. and she's just the cutest dog i've ever seen and i've seen some cute dogs. but i really think my puppy should be on the front of the milkbone box or in a dog food commercial. but the reason i'm so excited is because in addition to trying to correct her behaviors i'm working with a dog psychologist to understand her better. Personally i think she's crazy in hell. She has bounds of energy and she can keep going long after i'm exhausted but despite all that she's the dog i always wanted, besides her not being a pitbull and her small size. but still i love her. i can still remember when i first brought her home on Sept. 13 2008 at 8 weeks. she pooped herself in the car. good times right? but eventually she settled into life with me and my mom and her cat Smoke. those two are something together. and by something i mean its like tyson and hollifield. but i figure eventually they'll get along because they don't have a choice living under the same roof. well i think thats all for today. actually i'm writing a narrative about Roxi so i thought i'd dedicate this weeks blog to her. i love my crazy ass puppy.