The Great Punkin has risen!

The Great Punkin here! Also known as just Punkin for short. And no height jokes! I know that I'm little at only eleven inches at the shoulder, and boy do I get tired of being asked if I'm a "minerature Collie". I'm not a Collie....I'm a princess, first and foremost, and a Sheltie secondly.

Mom took me to Petsmart today and I got to meet all sorts of other dogs. I met a few beagles...my god those things are loud. All they did was bay and bark and carry on. I'm glad that mom walked away and didn't show interest--otherwise I would have had to resort to drastic action like peeing on her couch.

I met a Husky there named Snowball. She seemed all right. But mom wants me to be a bit older before she brings another dog into the house. I'm only four months old and I'm not the best with commands yet. I'll get there, but sometimes I just don't feel like paying attention.

I got a bath. I hate baths. They spray me with perfume and trim the hair on my butt. How embarrassing is that?! But I suppose it's all good because at least then I don't get "dingleberries".

Well, that's all for now. It's time for me to get my beauty sleep.

Punkin out!