life with puppy

"What was I thinking?"


This is the statement I have muttered to myself at least ten times since the puppy's arrival on Sunday. Usually it's when a sharp little tooth sinks into my skin. Or when she's chewing on my hair.


The good news is that I have said aloud at least 50 times, "She's great and I'm glad we adopted her".


The Three Graces seem to accept that this tiny creature is here to stay. But they haven't engaged in playing with her. I didn't think Gozer would, on account of not being able to see the pup, but I thought Sunny might chase her around a bit. Bucket never really played with Sunny or Gozer, so I didn't have any expectations with the puppy. Time will tell.


The cat seems to be doing okay, she understands that apparently the little thing is here to stay.