I have a granddog. Her name is Bailey. She is a Wheaten Terrier.
She belongs to this couple, my son, Jordan, and his girlfriend, Natalie:

When she grows up, she will look something like this:
Right now, she looks exactly like this:

It has been interesting seeing my son care for this
baby puppy, including getting up in the middle of the night to take her out.

Zoe is not sure about her ... niece??

Not that she feels sorry for herself. {Sigh} But sometimes, she just feels as though she blends in with the background when Bailey's around. Actually, she
does blend in with the background most of the time.

The new granddog is adorable, but Tiny Tater Tot is still number one in my heart.
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