Pippa Middleton is an absurdly small and absurdly cute little lady. She's about the size of four sticks of butter, and is even currently a couple of pounds smaller than Posy! As you can imagine, however, Pippa does not know -- or care -- that she is a pipsqueak. She has a great personality and was completely unfazed that her new home and new family was overrun with ten additional people.
As puppies do, Pippa would go go go at full speed and then collapse into a heavy slumber.
She loved chasing her Uncle Sean around the kitchen island and attacking his feet. And she loved sleeping on her Great Aunt Elsie:
Owen liked Pippa, although he quickly learned to avert his face when she came over to him. Pippa is teething and those puppy teeth are needle-sharp! Pippa would start tugging on Owen's trousers, and Owen, as he is wont to do, would start apologizing for the both of them: "Sorry, Pippa! Sorry, Owen!"
And then there was Dorothy! Pippa thought she was great fun and did her best to try to engage Dorothy in some sort of playful activity, usually one that involved body slams or puppy teeth sunken into bulldogge hindquarters:
Dorothy was very good with Pippa on the whole. Since she still has sore knees, we were trying to keep the playing to a minimum, or at least trying to manipulate it so that Pippa was the one who was moving around Dorothy, while Dorothy stayed relatively immobile. Luckily, Pippa was happy to oblige:
And Dorothy was happy to teach Pippa some important things, such as how to chew on wrapping paper and discarded boxes:
And when things got too rowdy, Dorothy would remove herself to a bed, however small the beds in this household tended to be:
I am very glad to have a pug back in the family again! And I look forward to the next time we meet Miss Middleton, when she will be perhaps bigger than a wind-up toy.