Personality Update: Juniper is three now, which means she’s had a little over 1,095 days to level up her sass. Everyday that passes she’s a little more outspoken.
Recently she’s decided she hates being outside. My bedroom is her kingdom. My bed is her throne. No one can over take her.
She still loves Moose to pieces. He’s the only one in the house who doesn’t get yelled at on a regular basis. She bosses poor Fig around constantly, but late at night when the house is quiet I can hear her crying to him, trying to feed him.
Fig sleeps in a kennel in what we call “Fig’s Room” because of all the destruction. Every morning I’ll wake up to let him out and there will be toys and food sitting in front of his kennel door where Juniper has left them the night before.
She typically sleeps all day and spends her nights gallivanting through the house. Occasionally she’ll join me on the bed in the middle of the night, but if I even so much as turn over she’ll yell and tell me to be still. Despite her ever-sassy attitude, I still wake up to her cuddling with me every morning.