Penelope at 12 weeks.

We brought Penny home three weeks ago, and I think it's finally safe to say we're all approaching what one could call a routine. Sort of.

She's quirky, precocious, and stubborn.
She can climb out of her pet yard and on top of her crate.
Those ears never, ever go down.

She mastered the stairs on the deck (going up) in three days.
Her favorite toy is a small pink bunny rattle.

She loves chewing on rawhides and baby carrots.
She is kind of scared of the dark.
She absolutely loves her sock monkey bed.

She sleeps through the night in her crate.
She goes nuts for chicken-flavored training treats and peanut butter.
She kind of hates her collar and tries to eat the leash when we go for a walk.

She loves toes.
She is fascinated by Tucker and wants to chase him and be chased by him all the time.
She is a champion eater, chows down, and then scratches at the bowl when it's empty for more.

She is fast.
She's gained a half pound since coming home with us, tipping the scales at 3.2 pounds.
She likes me better.
She's earned the nickname Penny Danger.
She thinks that "good girl!" means "treat."

She knows her name and sometimes "no."
She hasn't quite figured out pottying outside just yet, but she's so good in her crate that we're getting better every day.

All in all, it's been an interesting couple of weeks at our house.  It's stressful and tiring, but she's so cute that you can't stay mad at her.  Tucker is still a little unclear as to when she'll be leaving, but we're all adjusting.  I am looking forward to when she is housebroken, but otherwise she is a good little dog and a great addition to our little family.