Well, I survived the attack of the Wasset. I didn't really remember her being here in Feb. but it turned out ok. She didn't bother me except to accidentally run over me while she was playing. Here's the best thing though-she brought her house with her. She doesn't have a $20-on-sale-at-Meijer-metal-with-an-old-blanket-in-it-dog crate. Oh no, she has a doggy condo! It's beautifully large and all covered. It's like the little one Sweetie came with only way bigger. I went in there and slept a lot because it kept me from getting run over and I liked the privacy. You know us girls like a little privacy. I thought I was the only one using it but then Sweetie decided she liked it because it was like hers only way bigger. Sweetie only uses hers to ride in the car now. She has a metal one like ours only way older that she stays in during the day. That doggy condo was so nice that I wish it could have stayed here. One time, there were 3 of us in it sleeping. Mom was laughing so hard that she woke us up before she could take the picture. It was definitely a sweet house. I'm going to see about getting one like that for my half birthday next month. Dayzee and her beautiful house are gone until next sleep over.