A dog named Cat?

We still haven't agreed on a name for our new dog. I hate everything Mikey suggests, and he hates everything I come up with.

Britt still calls her Cat.

She's been very good with Britt so far. She hasn't nipped or growled at her a single time. They romp around the backyard together like... well, like a couple of puppies.

We knew she was a chewer; I read about that before we got her, so we supplied her with plenty of chew toys. It didn't work, though. My purple clematis had two branches growing from the root; she's already chewed through one of them. My pink clematis had five branches and she's chewed through four. It's was in full bloom, too.



The left side is what it's supposed to look like. The right side looks how I feel: sad and droopy.

We did not know she would be a digger. She's been digging in my canna bed, and she dug two huge holes in the flowerbed around the bay window.

(**head in hands**)

So we had another "what are we gonna name our dog" session last night. I suggested "Calamity Jane."