Doin' it my way

Our babies enjoying the view...



It all started when Willow went out on her own to write poetry....



Our girls never cry when it's time to go to bed, they just drag themselves into their crate and plop down.



HOW-EV-ER, Willow has become quite vocal in the last week or so. She sits and SWEARS up and down that There's Something Out There (In all fairness, as Boyle often says, I did see a fat white cat with a gray tabby face staring at her from the fence yesterday)

She also started barking in the middle of the night. Bad dog. Bad bad puppy.
Last night we had a little bit of a reprieve, one of them just whined for a few seconds.
So, believe it or not, there would be benefits to having the pups sleep in our room, since they wouldn't whine if we were all in the same room, but it's the potty training thing.
I don't think we had any pee accidents yesterday: Willow still craps wherever she feels like it, Jewel gets it on a pad for the most part.



Daddy seeing what kind of trouble the girls are getting into...

I've started getting up and finishing sleeping on the couch with the pups it the morning rather than listening to Jewel whiiiiiiiiine. They LIKE this a WHOLE lot.

Willow wandered off and pooped in the bathroom, right by the toilet. Hmmm, maybe she's onto something....