TRANSCRIPTION: What are you doing, Betty? Aaa! Aaa! What are you doing? What’re ya do… No! . . . No! . . . NO! [And then she runs to me and I stop recording so I can tell her that she’s a good girl.]

Of course, Betty Zing was born in the middle of winter, and apparently she and her siblings often went through the dog door, following their mother out into the snow.  But that was when she was a very little thing, and since we have adopted Betty, there has not been any snow.  Today, it snowed.

This is one spoiled puppy….