Border Terrier, Definitely.....
...and no longer my grandbaby, but MY baby. I was wondering how long it would take for Steven to abandon all care of this little girl to me. Who feeds her every four to six hours? Who is there where she is scared? Tired? Hungry? Angry? Wanting attention? Playful? Needing to be disciplined? When it's time to clean up poop and wee? Gee, I wonder who it could be...OH! IT'S ME!
If she had to depend on him, she would be half starved, covered in her own filth, and with several broken bones caused by four angry rabbits.
Of course, when I tell him all this (he is not home at the moment, but out with friends) he will say that he knew she was in good hands with Mr. Bubbles and myself. Um, HOW is THAT taking care of YOUR SO-called baby, my son?
Oi! So glad they are not having REAL children!!
So this adorable menace is ours for keeps.
I cannot get her to freakin' hold still!
Why does she have to be so dang cute?!