Folks wonder how I can spend all of my time with my puppy. Well, I don't. Sometimes I spend time with my family (playing with the puppy). Some days I have friends come and visit... and we play with the puppy. Other times I head to the park, with the puppy.
My dear friend pointed out that Georgia is no longer really a puppy in my eyes. I asked how she could tell. She said that I praised Georgia by calling her a "good dog". Wow. The bloom is off the rose. Can it be? Nah, just a slip of the tongue and a wag of the tail.