So Mom took her and spoiled her rotten for a couple of weeks. She said that she settled in right away, letting the cats at her house know who the new kid on the block was and that she did have a big bark, although not the guts to back it up with! All the cats had to do was snarl and hiss and extend a claw, not one of friendship mind you, to put her in her place real quickly.
That was okay with Sophie, that meant she could curl up on Mom’s lap while she was working at the computer or she could snuggle under the bed covers during the cold nights we recently had.
I took Taylor over to visit Sophie several times and there were a few phone calls to Grandma to check on how well she was doing after just the first week. The second week rolled around and I could tell Taylor was getting really anxious about getting her puppy back, so we went over and picked her up.
Mom made sure to give us a progress report, that she was doing very well about letting you know she wants to go out by coming and scratching your leg, whining and jumping around in circles and then heading towards the door, going so fast that she would slide down the hallway! She did still need to have papers put out for her “accidents” because she had learned how to get off the bed in the middle of the night and go “wondering” to find a spot! She hadn’t learned how to get back up on the bed so you would have whining and scratching on the side of the bed until you lean over and pick her up. She would immediately burrow her nose under the covers until she could get in next to you, turn upside down and fall asleep.
I had to send this photo to my mom to show her what happened the first night home with Taylor. I pulled back the covers and this is what I found, both of them sound asleep!
