At some point in the last two days, the horrible beast settled down. I don't know why. All I know is she isn't piddling everywhere and shrieking at us. Though she is occasionally barking at JD, and I have no idea what she's trying to tell him.
Thank goodness. I was dreading the thought of living with a tiny demanding pee fountain.
She got her stitches out yesterday from her spay surgery. In the evening I took her for her first walk with us, and we worked on not pulling on the lead. She's been adventuring around the house on her own and so far I don't think she's done anything I wouldn't want her to do. Our stairs are a bit steep for her - I've seen her slip going both up and down. But she doesn't appear to be particularly dismayed. Given her size I'm sure it's something she's faced many times before.
I guess settling into domesticity in under two weeks is pretty good. It just seemed bad because of her first few days. I'm starting to think the name Princess isn't such a bad fit after all.
I wished I had a camera with me this morning when I went upstairs to check on Princess's progress. Princess and Olli posed on the stairs together. I think it's hilarious that the dog's best friend in the household appears to be a cat.
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