We last saw Wilhelmina in February — on, in fact, the day after my birthday — when she was just about the most ridiculously adorable thing possible, with the goofiest ears. (Her hovertext was pretty good too, if I do say so myself.) Well, I took these pictures in April, when she was six months old as opposed to the 13 weeks in the previous pictures, and I didn’t even recognize her… she more than doubled in size over the course of those three months, and looks like an almost-full-grown (-but-still-adorable) Italian greyhound now.
Italian greyhounds are the most delicate-looking dogs, I think. But boy are they quick.
I am reminded of Kermit the Frog’s disgruntled expression.