Chandi's back, back again....

"Guess who's back? Tell a friend.
Chandi's back, chandi's back, chandi's back..

dah na na na na na na na na naa."

Having my baby back has been the one of the best things ever for my mental and spiritual peace of mind. Physically it's been bad since I have to run back home and feed her. This cuts out on my gym routine (read: lack of routine) and I have gained three pounds. Yes, it doesn't sound like a lot, but unfortunately on my frame, it is alot. But, enough about me, let's get back to Chandi.

Chandi's changed. I don't know if it was her suburban hiatus that has made her a bit more unfriendly with other dogs, her age/maturity, her nature (JRTs are known to be territorial and unfriendly), or her tormenting times when she was young. Although she is only 1.5 years, she still is smaller than most dogs. And her disability makes her slower than other dogs. I don't know what it is, but it is bothering me a bit. I really thought it was the climate change: suburban v. city life. Now, I'm thinking this is the real deal Holy Field.

I'll take pics this weekend of the pup and put them up. Aww, she has offically passed out right next to me in bed.