Baby arrived last night after flying from Texas. On a plane, of course, but if she had even the tiniest of wings she would have been able to fly here on her own power. What a bundle of energy!
The first thing I did was pick a new name for her - one that sounds like 'Baby' but isn't, because she isn't a baby, and she bit my thumb. This is nothing to worry about - after a traumatic day, a strange hand reaching into her crate was just too much. By the time we got home, Tibby's tail was wagging so hard it just about shook her little bum off.
Her first experience in Canada was to watch the Rangers beat the Yankees, which made her tail wag.
She slept in a crate with less than a minute of whining, and this morning I let her up on the bed for another nap. She snuggled into my armpit and kept right on sleeping.
We went for a walk with resident dogs Ginny and Iggy, and I let her go with the leash dragging. She stayed right with us except when she decided the airplane passing overhead was chasing her. I had to send Ginny to round her up and bring her back. But she'll get used to airplanes, and also to all the big dogs that worry her.
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