Swimsuit Edition

This is our special needs child Sage.

She likes to creep on Hunter while he works in his office.

Sometimes she is slightly spoiled.

And she likes to pick out her own toys.

Her favorite game is "dead bird, Sage!"

And she has been known to self-inflict injuries. (See paws.)

Sometimes she gets embarrassed by what Mom makes her wear.

But she quickly forgets with a ride in the Jeep.

Her latest adventure is modeling swim wear.

Hunter says he picked her out of the litter because she "had the most personality" and was "more out-going." He wasn't kidding.

She may or may not be on puppy prozac now because of her behavioral issues "outgoing" personality. And she may or may not have done all of the following thus far in her three years of life: eaten cedar plank siding from our home (to the insullation), torn the Direct TV dish off of our roof, almost caught our house on fire by chewing through the AC wiring on the side of the house, dug/chewed up the underground electric fence, ripped the irrigation system out of our yard, dug up multiple bushes, as well as adding lots of new holes for us in the yard. Thus, the puppy prozac. But she's our child, and we love her despite her level cognitive function.