like mother, like daughter-ish

To update you on Mia, our monster is now 4 mo. old and fully formed terror-inspiring 26-lb puppy.

Her favorite activities include digging up mommy, "grandmommy," and the neighbor's plants--her preferred method is to excavate all dirt in the area and then pull plant out by the leaves and run with it, strewing dirt as far as possible--tearing, esp. shoes, socks, and fluffy things, running around like a crazy/possessed thing, and any other possible mischief. possibilities, of course, are limitless.

it's not that she doesn't know what she should be doing--if anybody happens to have food and orders her to do something, it's amazing the number of commands that she knows. but if you don't have food and there's something more interesting around, forget it.

one of the things we do to try to eliminate excess energy (because a sleeping puppy is the cutest puppy) is play fetch, which usually turns into throwing the ball/frisbee/rock/tree limb and then running around trying to get it back from mia. she's very good at bringing it almost back to where you are.

one sunny afternoon this week, we were outside playing with the frisbee. as we're running back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the houses, i finally got the frisbee back, looked at mia--jumping frantically up and down, literally, of course--and said, "Mia, go get it!"

This inspired even more frantic hopping like a rabbit.

I then turned around and chucked the frisbee in the opposite direction.

Unluckily for Mia, however, she was positioned a couple feet behind a lamp post, and when she took off to get the frisbee, she forgot to avoid the obstacle directly in front of her.

THWACK.

Don't worry, she's fine, she has a skull like a rock.

I just think it's funny that we're so definitely not possibly related and yet she seems to have inherited my grace and poise :)