All right, you got me

You got me. I am not a bad-a**. I actually do like the little one. She is wild and rough and I'm worried that I may break my hip, but that hasn't stopped her from growing on me. She is sweet and cuddly and, quite frankly, irresistable.

I no longer ignore her. I encourage her to play with me. When she bites, I pick up a toy and show it to her as if to say, "Use a toy to play with, not my cheek skin." She usually doesn't listen, but hey, she's little and cute and she'll learn eventually. By that time, she'll be taller than me, tougher than me and stronger than me. I hope she will be as gentle as me.