Bailey Bug

How does someone really write a post to follow those last two? I could have written others -- most of them along the same lines, full of self-dissatisfaction and confusion. But, while those things constantly exist in my life, they are not the only things that constitute my life, so I have chosen to write a much-needed update about my little fuzzy.
She has grown so much. I can't believe it's been two months since I updated on her. A lot has happened since then.
In early May we spent a week at my boyfriend's aunt's house in Denver. She learned about using doggie door and that it's okay to go outside and go potty without mommy there. It wasn't all peachy keen; she had some accidents while there. And she showed that she has separation anxiety. (Avid readers of this blog will remember that I mentioned these things in a non-Bailey-specific post.) She wasn't too sure about Andy, my boyfriend's uncle, but eventually warmed up to him. (Which is good, because he's got a dog spot in his heart.) There were two dogs in my boyfriend's aunt's house, Buella the pug and Angus the mutt. Buella didn't want to play --she's blind-- but didn't react aggressively when Bailey made motions to interact. Angus didn't want to play, either, at first, but they finally did get their play on. It was heartwarming to me to see her try to get him to play: she'd walk up to him with a toy in her mouth and put her paw up. Once he gave in and decided that she was okay, everyone was in a little more relaxed mood. (He doesn't get much play with other dogs, either, since Buella shows no more interest in him that she did in Bailey, and since his dog-friend, Millie, passed a few years ago.)
Nothing too exciting has happened so far in June. Her daddy --my boyfriend-- was here for a few days during the first week, so she got to spend some more time with him. It's been super hot here (with several 100+ degree days already) and she doesn't understand why we can't be outside more. She is getting spayed next week, though, when I will finally have the money to do so. One worry will be off my mind. Now I just need to worry about getting her the last of her booster shots, her rabies vaccination, and a microchip. 
I leave you with some photos and random stuffs, as usual:

Asleep after playing with, and then falling asleep on, her stick.

I love it when she lays like that. So cute and yet so heartbreaking.

She piles up her toys. She'll usually lay on one and play with another. What a dork.

She loves rawhides. It's hard to get a good snap of her while she's eating one: she's constantly in motion.

Yep, taking up more room in the kitchen. Growing like a weed.

Now that she knows what Frisbee is, she's all about it!

She is still fascinated by the goats next door. Every time we go out she still has to stare at them in [what I think is] awe. I'm sure her thinking is along the lines of, "Those are some funny looking dogs." (But, then again, she thought that about Buella the pug last month in Denver, too.) 

Bailey still does really well in the car.
I have seen more and more evidence of what she's learned from the dogs she's been around. (Some of it has me worried, I'm not going to lie.) 

Her nicknames haven't changed, though I think I have called her stink rat a few times. 

She still loves tearing up my memory foam mattress pad (!) when we go back to bed after our morning walks. (I did recently put a new sheet on to foil her efforts, though. A-ha!)

We often go to the Hen House, and she loves that she can go outside and run around without a leash on because the yard is fenced in. Sometimes, I even leave the door open so she can go in and out as she pleases. She does insist at least once a day while we're over there that I drop everything I'm doing and go out and play with her. (That is where we can safely play Frisbee, by the way.)