Little Ella is one year old today. I bought her a few new scarves for her present. She is such a funny, smart little thing. About a week ago, she was sitting on the sofa with me while I was watching TV and she started chewing on the corner of a magazine. I said NO Chew and she gave me a funny look, got off the sofa and came back with her rawhide bone. She chewed on it a couple minutes, left the room and came back with one of her nylon chew bones, chewed on it a few minutes, left once again and came back with a big old beef rib bone I had given her. Then she lined them all up in front of me and just looked at me like "Hey, see, I really do know what I'm suppose to chew on!"
