Well, she really isn't a puppy because she's estimated to be 10 mos. old, is 19 inches and weighs over 30 lbs even though she's ribby and doesn't have a pug or bull dog like build at all.

I'm very worried about her and not just because she gets into HORRIBLE fights with Juice, my soul mate. Yesterday I was sitting on the couch at night and she came and sat next to me. She turned on a baseball game briefly and then turned on Sex and the City. The little diva! I am totally serious. We had a dog named Bear who at least twice in his life managed to change the channel to football games. As much as I miss him, at least we don't have dogs fighting over the remote. The male would win. That's always how it ends.