Which is a little inaccurate, technically. Quinn is nearly two years old, so she is really not a puppy still, but you know what I mean.
Nothing to report. She slept like a sedated pillow last night. I just went in a poked at the lump that represents a small dog sleeping under the covers and got her best wookie grunt in reply. She's under there, she's asleep, and when the steak is done - or perhaps when she is done with the steak - she'll let us know and we (OK, Laura and she) will go outside to deal with it. She seems not to care that others in the blog world are concerned for her well-being. She's still sleeping and wants to stay that way, thank you very much.