Phoebe ended last evening by grabbing one of Chase’s favorite toys and climbing into a dog bed with it. She then laid her head over it and stared Chase down. He grabbed a rope toy and flung the end in her face, enticing her into a game of tug. She’s no dummy so declined to grab on and be flipped and tossed by the brutish boy. She slept on the bed with us for a few minutes last night (that’s a demilitarized zone), but then went to her sleeping spot under my bed. Carolyn says that’s one of her sleeping places at home, also, so don’t be worried that she is miserable and pining away.
I’m going to set a vet appointment for her at my clinic so that they have seen her at least once before it’s puppy time. For all of you wanting a blood commitment that there will be photos on a regular basis (like daily), I’ll do my best. It’s very hard not to take pictures of the babies. On the other hand, there is only one of me, and the care giving always comes first.
Time to make the doughnuts — but I wanted to update everyone on Phoebe’s integration into the household . . . more later.