It's really too bad that my daughter loves this dang dog so much. She really is nothing but trouble. But, she's really cute and she makes Tay sooooo happy. They have been working on training this summer. Bubbles somehow decided that she was in charge of Tay, instead of the other way around. I have no idea how that happened. It couldn't be because my daughter named her Princess Bubbles, or the fact that the dog is carried around everywhere. No, couldn't be. So, we have instituted a new policy in this house regarding dogs. If the 125 pound dog can't do it, neither can the 10 pound dog. Because really, there is a double standard when it comes to dog sizes. Like, why is it cute that a 10 pound dog barks at you and jumps on your leg. You can bet that if my sweet Rock did that somebody would be crying. So, no Rock on the couch, no Bubbles. No rock on the cabinets, no Bubbles. Etc... That little turd needs to be put in her curly tailed place! And, until she can behave like this sweet, handsome charming beast that spends his life not more than 4 feet from me at all times, she's got another thing coming!
