Nothing is going on in this neck of the woods. . . nutting.
The new dog is adjusting- we are having a tougher time. Gladys has a bit of 'separation anxiety.' as in she cries everytime we leave her line of sight. Including the nights, when she cries when we put her in the kennel. Other than the sleep deprived state of zombie-dom we are loving her.
Sophie is adjusting better thankfully. Wait, one exception. Gladys is fascinated by Sophie's mouth-- especially her teeth. Sophie isn't such a fan when Gladys' entire self is dedicated to spelunking Sophie's throat. (Her entire head can fit in Sophie's mouth. ) I wonder if this is the pet equivalent of putting your fist in your mouth. Cool party trick.
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