We took her home to construction of bookshelves and installation of major kitchen appliances, and she was super psyched even amid all the potentially scary noises. She ran from person to person, totally frantically happy. I think she sat or lied down twice that day, and as soon as someone blinked, she was up again. We were a little concerned for her heart. But since then! She has calmed down considerably, except for when we come home, when she wags her tail so hard and falls into you so much that her tail actually whips her snout. Oh Bellow! She also doesn't eat very much, which is good for our budget and her extra few pounds for now but we'll probably want to stabilize that in the future. We think she's learned her name, she knows 'sit,' and kind of 'stay,' and she's definitely housebroken. In progress: Not pulling us all over creation when we walk her.
|here's a pretty typical picture.|
|that hole was the fault of the person firing it, i guess? in exchange, they gave me a free class!|
|group shot of my FIRST attempts at pottery!|
Stay tuned for another post later this week, after my life will be forever changed, for I will have danced badly with Matt in Baltimore.
Also: BE MILD and HEARTS.