You know, courtesy of a faulty Nitti gene pool stretching back generations, it's extremely possible my children will be neither bright, athletic, nor particularly attractive. That being the case, Lauren and I have quickly made peace with the fact that our puppy Maci is the best opportunity we will ever have to play the role of annoying, overbearing, "my kid is the greatest" Little League parents.
So along those lines, here's Maci at a shade over 11 weeks, exhibiting her stunning repertoire of mastered trickery. The sit, the paw, the lay down, and the ultimate crowd-pleaser, the roll over.