Ah, 2018. The year of whirlwind celebrity romances & painting one nail for an instagram photo. It was the year that never seemed to end & then just like that, the end is near. (ominous, no?)

One.

If you asked me to sum up life with Stevie in a single photo, this would be the one.

A little fuzzy, not super put together, awkward because she's totally not paying attention to me, but still a love fest.

It's been a year since the fireball of weird locked eyes with me in the shelter and in that year I've learned some key important things:

1// Never leave a pup alone with her vices. Destruction will occur and socks will be wet.

2// Prepare to never eat anything in peace ever. See, this is when pups are in their prime. It's determination at its finest. They will find a way to get a piece of that burger that you just ripped from their grasp.

3// You'll soon forget what actual silence sounds like. In its place? Barking. Always the barking.

4// You'll attempt to understand their ways, but you'll never quite get how they can lay in such unnatural positions or why they have a vendetta against innocent bicyclists.

 Oh well. 

I guess that's part of the mystery. 

I hijacked Mom's blog.

Hey everyone! Stevie here. I'm taking over the blog today. Technically Mom doesn't know so it's just between us, alright? Apparently my mom gets to talk to you about her life and stuff, and while that's totally cool, I wanna talk about mine sometimes, ya know? So if you've ever wondered what I do all day, this is for you.

First things first, waking up. I usually wake up whenever Mom does, but every now and then I wake up earlier because I know she just LOVES that. Almost as much as I love when she feeds me breakfast. I'm not even sure I breathe while I'm eating. What does the food even taste like? Beats me. I just know it's sosososo good. You know what else is good? Cheerios. Sometimes I'll get some from my grandpa and I love him for it.

Once my mom is off to work, that means it's time for me to play with all the toys and hang with grandpa and grandma. I usually take a nap or two while I'm at it because what is a life without naps? I'll also venture outside where there's lots of bugs and leaves to chase. Yeah, I chase leaves. Wanna say somethin'?

After a looooooooong time Mom gets back and I get so excited that sometimes I pee myself. I tend to do that a lot. After I calm down a bit, I'll grab a toy for Mom to throw because I loooooove my toys. Almost as much as I love food. When we aren't playing, I'll make myself comfy in my mom's bed while she does the same. I like to watch her blog, and also that Gilmore Girls show she watches a lot. 

When anyone is eating, even if I just ate my own food two minutes ago, I want the food they're eating. It all just looks SO GOOD and the fact that no one gives me any of it is torture. So I bark. They don't care. It's so messed up. 

I like to have at least one more nap before bed because being a dog is really stressful sometimes and I just need my beauty rest. And all the other naps tire me out, ya know?

Once it's time for bed I like to do this thing where my mom thinks I'm asleep in my bed so she'll get in hers, and then I jump in and snuggle with her, sometimes right on her pillow. Pillows are for sleeping. Who cares if all my hair gets on it? Okay, so maybe Mom does.

I'm sure there's more, but talking about sleep so much makes me want to take a good ole nap. So I guess that's it for the day... Oh, and thanks for letting my mom blabber on about stuff that I don't understand. You're pretty cool. See ya!

Introducing Stevie Mae

If you follow me on instagram, I'm sure you've seen the creature that's taken over a lot of my photos recently. Despite the ears, it is indeed not a deer.

My sweet childhood dog passed away last year, and I had been wanting to adopt one of my own for awhile. Since I'm living at home right now, I wanted to make sure my parents and I all had a connection with whatever dog I ended up adopting. When I walked up to this one's kennel, I knew something was different. We took her out and played with her for a bit, and she sat in my lap and gave me kisses. And that was it.

She is named after Stevie Nicks, and her middle name comes from my childhood dog, whose name was Daisy, and we called her Daisy Mae sometimes. The shelter said she's a Chihuahua mix, and the vet confirmed my suspicions of having some Jack Russell in her, which explains her hunting tendencies. She will go after any bug that is outside when she is, although grasshoppers are the bug of choice. Bless their hearts.

The vet told us she's around eight months old and she definitely has that puppy spunk. She's quite hyper at times, but she's also pretty content spending lazy time with me and my shows. Being stubborn is a specialty of hers, however. They do say dogs can be like their human.... 

She enjoys giving kisses and trying to convince us that yes, she does need whatever people food is being eaten. She also enjoys napping a lot, because being a dog can be exhausting.

She fit right in pretty much immediately and I'm so glad. She's a character, this one.