Wile E.’s third day was a doozy. I won’t bore you with all the details, but it included some serious puppy play time, a trip to the farm, and a trip to the vet. She was so exhausted by the time she got to the vet that there was no whining at all. In fact, she mostly just slept on the table, in Mr. H’s arms, of course.
Yesterday (day four), she came to my school with Mr. H, and she got lots of attention there. She accepts pets on the head from anyone and is comfortable with anyone holding her, too. Other than the taste for rabbit scat, this pup is damn near perfect. We’re very lucky.