Bailey removed two of my watercolor efforts from the shelf where I'd left them between some books and proceeded to chew on them.
She doesn't know much about art, but these were to her taste.
Bailey's come a long way from the fearful, mangy-looking critter John brought home. She'd evidently never been in a house and had to be dragged in; now it's her favorite place, especially the kitchen where food falls on the floor and there are often things to pre-wash.
She's a happy girl. We still have to chaperon her on walks as she's not yet spayed (and still reluctant to get in the car, plus we're reluctant to traumatize her when she's doing so well,) but she goes on walks without a leash and knows what Go to the house means. The crusted dirt and skin condition she arrived with were so bad I thought sure she had mange, but baths with special shampoo from the vet and fish oil on her food, along with daily brushing, have done the trick. She looks really good now.
She gets along fine with the rest of the pack.
That includes Otter who, on weekdays when her people are at work, always drops in for lunch.
I hear Jayna and Sandy asking What about the cats? Not a problem; she's pretty sure, given their tuxedo coats, that they're cousins or something. But I don't have any good pictures.
She's a sweet girl who's found her home.
I didn't like those watercolors anyway.
