Yesterday's visit went very well, although I was exhausted at the end of it, with a splitting headache. Just too many things going on at once. The next visit should be easier.
The cats have made their views known already, here.
Except for Hamish, who stayed out of the way. This morning, he was asked what he felt about this whole dog business.
Not impressed, apparently.
In fact: "Pthhhh...."
The dog wasn't bowled over either.
She tried ignoring it.
Then she had to show her tooth. Bouncy 16-month-old dogs need to know their place.
That settled things. The pecking order was established.
Nobody asked the new dog what she thought.
But she seemed to be having a good time.
It's less than a week since she was handed in for rehoming, and there is much work to do to make sure she fits in successfully to an established household where residents have robust opinions....
She'll be joining us when her papers, vaccinations and basic training are completed, and she is fit for polite society.
What polite society might feel is another matter. But I'm rather thrilled.