Nicknames: Uncle Eric calls her "Einst", Uncle Perry calls her "Einie", Uncle Todd calls her "Whacko", Uncle Alan calls her "Stinkie" (but she's not), Uncle Mark calls her "Fatty McFat Fat" (but it's really her fluffy hair)
Likes: playing with other puppies, visiting friends, chasing tea towels, Uncle Phil's belly rubs
Pet-Peeves: "Please don't leave me behind. I promise to keep up. I don't want to miss out on anything cool."
Favorite Toy: plush corn
Favorite Food: Wendy's Chili, Chicken
Favorite Walk: Peters Park in Boston
Best Tricks: securing table food, head butting Aunty Karina
Arrival Story: Einstein stole my heart when she tried to steal my purse. The bag was three times her size! To move the purse an inch, she had to pull with all her might. Needless to say, her attempted getaway was very slow. But she was a determined little pup and wouldn't let the bag go. It caused me to think that this was a puppy in need of a loving home and proper guidance to keep her away from a life of purse-snatching.
Bio: Einstein has the most amazing hearing ability of any creature I have ever encountered. She can hear the refrigerator door opening from any room in the house. I know this because she always magically appears in the kitchen whenever anybody opens the fridge. I truly believe her days revolve around plotting ways to get chicken. She looks forward to making new friends on dogster.
Mom brought home a sister for me. Watson follows me everywhere and copies everything I do. She jumps on me and takes away my toys. How annoying. On the other hand, I get chicken more often now, because whenever Watson does something Mom likes, Mom give me chicken too. That's double chicken now! I'm glad Watson here to stay.
Mom's away in Boston for training this week, so it's Daddy and Einstein time. We're having a great time - Daddy gives me two full scoops of food everyday AND he adds flavoring. Yum! Mom never does that - she's so stingy with the yummy stuff.
Last week I wasn't feeling well. The vet gave Mom some white pills, but they tasted yucky so I kept spitting them out. Pills aren't going to make me feel better, chicken will. After a few more tries, Mom finally got the message. She went to get some chicken. Now she and Dad give me chicken every morning instead of pills, and I feel much better.