MacKenzie

It's now official (I think). The happiest little girl I've ever seen is now named MacKenzie (unless I change my mind). The little girl is no longer afraid of me. She follows me all over the house, smiles at me and kisses me whenever I'm within range. She is the sweetest, most affectionate little creature.

She and Tommy play all day and the two of them chase the evil squirrels in the pine trees. She can even play with a ball by herself. She tosses it and runs after it. It saves me the trouble of having to throw it.

MacKenzie isn't too sure about Kelsey, but she will make peace with him eventually. Kelsey has a compulsive licking problem and won't stop licking her. It gets on her nerves. Mine too.

Walking all of the dogs is a challenge. I spend most of the time untangling the leads and stepping out of the leads as the dogs run in circles around me. They love the walks, I don't.

MacKenzie was an outside dog at her prior home, but she is adjusting to being an inside dog quickly. She learned the doggy door without any formal instruction from me. She's good at sleeping in bed with me and knows that I like her to lean against me.

The only major issue we have is that she's not quite housebroken. One of the spare bedrooms is filled with poop. She'll catch on eventually, but in the meantime, the upstairs is getting stinky.