This morning, Pixie is in one of the moods where she tries everything to drive me crazy. Her first tactic is to eat the mail. It doesn't matter if it is a wedding invitation or junk mail; if she can get her teeth around the edge it is fair game. Next, she is in among the TV, XBox and Slimp3 in the armoire. I'm thankful she didn't wake me at 5 am by playing with my hair. I love her to death, but she is a ball of trouble with four legs.
Yellow flowers in the front of our condo