Playtime . . . or not

Well, we tried to have a little tummy time yesterday and play with the new stuffed blocks a friend gave us last week, but someone conked out a little early.  Evie, on the other hand, is always ready to play.  Those of you who have had the misfortune of stopping by our house sometime over the past several weeks have encountered a puppy who is simply frantic for somebody to tug on her scarf (her very favorite toy), throw her bone, or just plain let her lick them.  We apologize to all of you who have been attacked by our overly-affectionate puppy.  She's just not adjusting well to losing our undivided attention.  We keep telling her that she'll be a big fan of Walt's when he gets old enough to start tossing Cheerios out of his high chair, but she's not big on patience.  For now, I'm pretty sure she just sees him as the competition.  Poor puppy.