Meet Milo.
She's a little rascal.
She's about seven weeks old and is endlessly, adorably following us around.
And... biting and chewing on everything in sight!
This includes my fingers, Brad ankles, my family members clothes, and anything else she thinks looks interesting.
Still, isn't she gorgeous.
I'm a sucker for puppy love.
Can you tell?!
It's just as well that her teeth don't actually pierce my skin.
And unlike most farm dogs, she is not at all scary to me.
Mostly because I can pick her up with one hand.
And then I laugh at her while she wriggles her tiny body around...
trying to get her teeth around to my big fingers...
to chew on them,
yet again.
All photos of Milo and me taken by the also-regularly-bitten 
