Banksy is four months old.

My little puppy's growing up too fast. She has long legs and drags a long line around and listens to me most of the time.


Most of the time.


Banksy is the best puppy I could have ever hoped for. She loves all tuggies. She loves balls. She loves to run and best of all, she loves to play with me. She loves to lay on the floor and watch dust bunnies and little bugs. She loves kids and grownups and teenagers and other dogs and the cat. She likes food except for when she doesn't and then she fake chews it up and spits it out when I'm not looking. We're working on the food love.


We love hanging out, me and her. She's happiest when we're doing SOMETHING! She's cool with chilling and being patient, though. She's very sweet but not a snuggle bunny, she just wants life to happen. She has a definite preference how she likes to learn things, and it took me a while to get the hang of it. Now that I'm getting the hang of it, wow, can she learn fast. I can barely keep up. She wants to learn how to do everything. And I'm pretty sure she will.