I know, I know. You see this photo, and she’s so sweet! How could she be bad? Well, bad is highly subjective, of course, but she woke up the boy this morning by bursting his door open and body slamming him with all the power her thirty pound self could muster. In our house, waking people up unnecessarily is about as bad as bad gets.

(Don’t be angry about this post. I ❤ my puppy.)

(In a related note, is ❤ better than *heart*? Do they carry the same connotative value? And do either of them convey love?)