Time for pupdate! 

Pixie has learnt to shake hands. Hubby, who feeds her more often than me, has taught her to raise her right   paw which she gives readily. But contrary to her heightened animatedness, hers is a dead shake. The paw is held out limp, as if to tell the shaker she is not too interested but aap itni zid kar rahe ho to, here goes!
This morning, we were a little late in giving her her Cerelac breakfast (yes, the vet told us to give her that). For a kid who normally gives us hell while feeding her, she was waiting on the fringes of the parking lot, looking this way and that. She has learnt to sit on her two hind legs and  looks rather tiny when she does. Each time someone walked past, she darted back to her hiding place under the car, and then came right out for one more peek.
As usual, she raced towards us when she saw us, getting between and on our legs all the time, generally making it difficult to walk the few steps to her eating area. Once we did, she had no intention of settling down to eat. A few hungry laps and she was out, her two front paws in the air, preparing for a climb on hubby's legs.
These days, hubby's trousers sport dirt marks right from the morning, as Pixie gets a go at them first thing.
We have decided she is not a dog but a cross between a monkey and a mouse. Her expressions are that of a lost and mischievous mouse, while her movements are most positively learnt in some monkey's womb. No offence meant.
About the picture, we have managed another one - the first one was all shaken thanks to her inability to lie still - and hope to transfer to the comp soon.