Arrival of the Princess

I'm pet sitting a dog. Her name is Princess.

Her owner said she was housebroken... she isn't.

Her owner said she was crate trained... she isn't.

Her owner said that she was giving her frequent baths...I'll have to look up the breed before I believe that, cuz this dog is a mess.

Princess is not quite a year old, and she's already a mother. Poor thing. She is clearly still a puppy.

Princess got here and I made her go outside first. She played with our dog, Lilly. I can't remember if I saw her go potty outside or not. I just know that she decided to go on my floor rather quickly after I let her in the house. I picked her up and ran outside with her...she decided to continue urinating while I was running for the door.

Princess is a ball of energy that Lilly is tired of now. She's said many times to me that "Princess can go home now!" Yesterday Lilly was limping, but her paw seems fine now. Lilly has thrown up water this morning...I think she's a ball of nerves.

I can only blog now because everyone is napping. I hope they continue to nap later as I have to leave them this morning.

I think that I'm too old for puppies.