A dog day afternoon

What could possibly be more amusing than watching a puppy chase his own leash around the yard, alternately fiercely attacking the inanimate string and distractedly watching the passersby. Just the thing to keep you occupied on a sick day. Karindy is the newest member of the loosely named Kibuye crowd; looking like a cross between a german shepherd puppy and a mangy mutt, she hardly tops 7 or so kilograms but has all the fight of a rabid wolverine. I have been set with the task of puppy sitting the wild child as her owners are off on their COS conference. It's amazing how rapidly this dog's energy rises and falls. She is raring to go at 5 AM when she not-so-subtly starts nibbling on your ear, and yes she sleeps in the bed. After a vicious bout of attack the ankles or growl menacingly, she is ready for an hour nap before breakfast. Still, she is pretty darn cute, even if she doesn't answer to her name, eats duck poop, and still has her razor sharp puppy teeth. She has maybe even inspired me to look for a puppy of my own. Now if only we could decide what to actually call her, apart from Karindy, Rosesharn, Fat Fat, frog belly, and dog.