More on our newest family member

www.inkthinkerblog.com — Okay, so this is totally unrelated to writing, but it’s the weekend and it’s cute, so I know you’ll make an exception–and think of it as research for my first Dog Fancy query.

I’ve never liked small dogs. I always thought of them as wannabe cats. Yet I am completely enamored of a three-pound, four-ounce ball of wiggles. I don’t know how this is possible, but I’m rather enjoying it.

Today, Pickles met her two cousins, who just moved back from the West Coast: a 10-year-old husky and a three-year-old rotweiller. This puppy has no fear. The husky was kind of freaked out by her, but she just licked him and walked away to play with the rottie, who was positively charmed by her. So were my parents-in-law and my sister-in-law and her husband, who all declared her “adorable” and “hilarious.”

Pickles also got some face time in with our two kitties today, and it went great. And she didn’t have a single accident all day after we took her to the vet to check out the diarrhea that had me sick to my stomach with worry from about 6 a.m., when she woke up, to about 9 when the vet said she was perfectly fine and just stressed because of her first night in a new place. (I can already tell that my future children’s pediatrician is going to HATE ME.)

She took her meds like a good girl and “went potty outside!” like a dozen times. And for clarity’s sake, that would be Pickles, not the vet. She (Pickles, that is) already knows her name, “Come,” “treat,” “go potty,” “go outside,” “go inside,” and “give mommy/daddy kisses.” My puppy is a freakin’ genius. AND she loves her collar, AND she already walks on a leash like she’s been doing it for years, and today was only her first day. My cats are kind of dumb, but maybe Pickles will rub off on them…

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