The games continue. They never really stopped.

Baby Bessie is turning into a bad girl. She is now big enough to jump up and put her paws and her chin on the kitchen table where we sit to eat our meals. If I wasn't paying attention she would have snatched some food off my dinner plate last night and this morning she grabbed the paper towel that my toast was laying on and almost dragged it onto the floor. I'm adding that problem to the growing list of things that need to be corrected.

This morning we resumed the games with a slight change in the strategy. Mr. Ruffin anchored himself like a couch potato and battled his young attacker without leaving his comfortable couch. And take not of the 3-month old Rottweiler puppy standing in front of him. Now you can see how easy it is to reach the table.

How quickly the "violence" turns to love.