My husband and I have a new baby. Well, she's not exactly a human baby, but she's little and lovable, so close enough.

"Marie" is our new addition to the family. She's a 7-pound pug. She likes to charge at me with enthusiasm. Her paws flail about and it looks like she's trying to do "the windmill" or take to flight.

She and her older sister, Olivia, are getting along pretty well. Husband and I need to referee pretty frequently. Biting and pawing at each other's face is apparently really fun for pugs.

They're both on leashes outside lately due to the abundance of deer droppings. Otherwise they'd be taking full advantage of doggie "nature's cuisine." ISH!