You might remember Scout, the orphan girl who came to live with us a few weeks ago. Here's how she's doing.
Scout has energy. When she sleeps, which is rare, you can hear the spring winding. She knows she's not supposed to jump up on someone she likes, and she likes everyone, but she gets so excited she can't help herself.
These pictures were taken after I'd told her to sit and stay.
We have work to do.
Duncan, the old boy, resisted her charms for the first few days, but now seems to like wrestling and playing tug of war. But he wears out sooner. Hell, everyone wears out sooner.
They like to race around the yard, knocking over patio furniture and the grill. It's like having two five-year-old boys living in oour house.
Scout's quirks have surfaced. She's terrified of traffic. While walking her last week, a car approached, she tore the leash out of my hand and raced all the way home, going so fast that when the leash's handle wedged under a car tire, she snapped the line.
Yesterday we found out that she hates rain. I can't wait to see how she does with thunder.
But, all in all, these are minor problems. Aside from chewing the cord off the mouse, pulling everything out of the recycle bin, waking us up at five, eating charcoal and then throwing it up on the bed, she's been great.
She likes to nip at my fingers with a clomp clomp. That's earned her the name Gator Girl. I think she likes it.
And we like her. When she's sweet, she's sugar sweet.
I'm taking care of a sick Jenny today and Scout follows me around the house, happy that I'm home on a weekday.