|I have a dog tag now and everything! Mom is making me wear a crochet heart *sigh*|
This morning we were all roused by the mother of all possum wars in the big tree out the back. Sheila wandered to the end of the deck, took it in for a bit, then ran into my room and up on the bed where it is safe. Not an aggressor with wildlife. Later she was roused again when two cats joined the riot out the back and she bravely went to the fenced and barked at everyone. Then a vine from the tree grabbed her and she ki-yied out of there and back in the house. Not the bravest dog either.
She is perfect actually. When I was lacing up my shoes for a walk she gave me a kiss. When Scott came down the stairs to join us he got her very first tail wag. She loves my cooking and is a good eater (thank heavens). If you forget to put a fish oil capsule in her dinner she will just eat it out of your hand. She is a hungry girl, hopefully that will settle down. In the mean time she is on the Sumo diet.
It is good to have a dog again.