<-- the 'twist' at the end of her tail...

She is a puppy.
After 10 days of antibiotics and $550+, her stuffy nose is clearing up.
Twist/Slayer/Claire is full of spunk and wants to do whatever Flip does, but in her own way.
She'll yank your arm off in the park trying to Flip stuff. We tried fetch yesterday, but she is more interested in shaking the ball to death than bringing it all the way.
D will help fix that little discrepancy.
She has discovered the bed, much to the consternation of the cats. She prefers sleeping at the foot of the bed on top of the covers.
She HATES closed doors.
She HATES anyone leaving.
She HATES being separated from Flip even if its just by sight.
She whimpers when she can't see us.
She is still discovering the house. She likes looking out the back door, loves the yard and will sit in the front window with Pthalo. She is trying to figure out Ting, who is as always coy.
Fellini ignores her (he is all to comfortable with the fact that he will kick her
bottom if she gets on his nerves).
She has learned:
not to eat cat poop
not to eat cat food
not to be food aggressive
Flip is the boss
Father's Day: They played. Flip actually played with her. I let them out in the
yard to get some sun and the next thing I saw was the two of them playing. Flip spent most of the time sitting on her, making sure that she understood he was boss-dog. She thought it was hilarious fun and was
wound like a spring when she came in from the romp (Flip promptly passed out on the floor -poor guy couldn't even make it to the couch).
Flip still grumps at her, but is starting to accept the fact that she's around. If
she comes near him when he is getting attention, he gets upset and growls. He doesn't think much of her laying on the bed. He is starting to school her on things though and is picking up that its his job to help keep her in line. When that job really sinks in, I pitty the girl.
All in all we are learning how to trip over each other. There is more slobber to clean up. As D says, there's one too many animals for the hands we've got between us, but someone is always napping during love sessions anyway.