Good Monday morning everyone; I'm up bright and early. I can't say that I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed though; I'm not one to enjoy rising at 4:15 in the morning. But this is what happens when there is a new baby in the house. That's right, we have a baby, a new puppy sort of baby. She joined us on Friday morning and after days of deliberations we have settled on her name, Elsa.
She is of course sleeping in a crate beside my bed so that means that each and every little peep she makes has me awake. The first night she screamed for a few minutes and then settled quickly. She woke about 12-15 times that night but just sticking my fingers through the edge of her crate was enough to let her know that she was not alone. This still amazes me how well it works.
The second night here she woke only about half the time and again my fingers did the trick. In fact my husband slept right through both nights; that is how well it works. But come 4:15 that's it, my fingers no longer do the trick and it's time to get up. I open up the door and she does a huge stretch before I scoop her up and we head outside. She is quick to relieve herself because she knows what comes next, breakfast. She's a chow hound which is a nice change from my Mr. Fussy pants.
This is just the beginning; we have lots of adventures ahead of us and you will hear all about them. She is off to the vet this morning for her first check up and a set of shots. Another new vet; unbelievable, so I'll let you know how it goes.