NJ pulled herself up onto her fat little feet this afternoon. She's been toying with the idea of standing on her own for more than a week now, reaching up and pulling herself to her knees, then up to one knee and one foot, Al-Jolson-sings-'Mammy' style. Today, a week before she turns one year old, she made all the way up -- then held on for dear life to the wicker firewood box. She stood there for several minutes, soaking up admiration from me and The Wife, before plopping backward onto her butt.
No photos, so you'll have to make do with this one from two weeks ago as a simulation. Just imagine a fireplace where the dog is, that she's in the living room instead of the basement, that she's wearing a different outfit, and that she did on her own, instead of having me prop her up as I did in this pic. Otherwise, it was
exactly like this:
Can't a dog get a dang nap up in here?
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