We're making great progress crate training her. It took us about 12 hours on Sunday to get her to potty outside. On Monday night, she slept through most of the night without whining. The whining seems to be the biggest challenge at this point, but a quick spray from the water gun makes her simmer down.
This picture is of her getting mad at me for putting her in the crate. I had no idea something so small could look so menacing. She must have picked up that trait from John. LOL.
Our nine-year-old Maltese, Chipper, seems to be taking to her well...so long as she doesn't get to close, although he's getting better about it. I tried to get them to play together, but he's not too keen on the idea.
However, on Tuesday night, Chipper carried around Bubbles' squeaky toy, trying his hardest to DESTROY that dang squeaker inside that thing! Meanwhile, Bubbles chased him around the house at warp speed trying to get it from him, to no avail! LOL! John and I about died laughing at these two yahoos!
