Angel... Those are the terms that I find myself thinking of. Natasha a.k.a. Tasha slept all night on her little dog bed that I ordered from Amazon. She made no noise and did no pipi or poo-poo in the house... so far. She's too little to go up and down stairs at this point, so we don't have to worry about her wandering all over the house yet.
I need to back off for a while and keep an eye on her. She is a puppy, after all, and they can be willful and destructive. We haven't seen any such behavior over these first 18 hours, though. She is playful this morning, and she knows her name because Isabelle in Chinon taught her to respond to it. Smart dog. Can you see how tiny she is?
When we got home with the puppy around noontime yesterday, we were able to introduce Callie and Natasha to each other out in the back yard. Walt stayed out there with them for a few minutes while I got our lunch ready. Both dogs were mildly curious about each other. I snapped a few photos from the bedroom window. Then they came in. It was all very smooth.
The tamarisk tree is in flower and is pretty right now, but the weather has turned chilly and damp — wouldn't you know it? We hope to be able to spend a lot of time outdoors with the two dogs over the next weeks and months. But it rained all afternoon and evening yesterday, starting around 2:30.
The same thing happened in 2007, when we brought Callie home in early May. After a gorgeous month of April, in May it started raining and we had the wettest summer we've had since we moved here in 2003. Let's hope the whole pattern doesn't repeat itself.