There's no picture, because there's no such thing as a STILL life with a puppy around. (Get it? Harhar.)
I'm pooped. Walks twice a day, racing around on the lawn, playing fetch, not to mention following her around to make sure she goes potty in the designated potty area of the yard, and doesn't carry things like shoes that certain children and husbands left lying around.... I'm thinking that this could lead to a book called "The Puppy Diet." Who needs a gym?!