The Face ™ that so captivated me and made me lose all remaining trace of sanity and bring her home? Yeah, her.
This was what she did for two days:
I’d show you what she’s done for the last three, but a 100+ mph buzz saw in motion tends to stay in motion and unless she’s asleep, all I get in pictures are blurs.
We named her Lacey, but it’s not sticking. “Lil” as in – I guess – Lilly gets barked (seriously) across the house more than Lacey does. Not yelled at, barked at. It works.
The hubs has taken to growling at the back of her neck, which makes her drop and freeze in a hot second.
For about ten.
Her former owner says her bloodlines include mama registered as “Eli Jeep Gator”. Mama is a pretty girl, not too big, not too small; muscular without being obnoxious, what one would think a nice, healthy Pit Bull would look like.
Dad, however, is an unregistered mix of “Razor’s Edge” and “Gotti” with a head like an alligator and shoulders like a linebacker. I looked up American Staffordshire Terriers and Staffordshire Bull Terriers and KABLAMMO. I can’t decide which one he is because he looks like both, so I’m guessing a mix of the two.
I have no idea what the bloodline names mean, but I find ‘gator’ and ‘razor’ to be apt descriptions.
My hubs, daughter and I have taken turns sleeping on the couch with this puppy – this menace to society – in order to get her house trained. I’m tired. Edits to finish and a beta read to get to? Yeah, lemme get to that when I squeeze in some sleep.
Ten pounds of piggy-pink and white, polka-dotted menace. And she’s only six weeks old.
Lord and Lady, what have I done?
Fallen head-over-heels, but that’s beside the point.