And then last night, the light bulb went on as the answer to my never ending unpacking saga sat right in front of my nose...well right on my feet to be exact. Little miss Tana.
She really is a great dog for the most part but its so amazing to me how she was so attached to my hip those first two days. I couldn't even take a shower without her trying to follow me. And these days it's a totally different story. Her comfort level has skyrocketed...good thing? Yes, but bad at the same time. I often find myself caught up in a task and realize that my house suddenly is way too quiet. Most of the time, I find her in one of three places...perched on the arm of the couch looking out the window, under my bed, or curled up on top of my bed.
But there are those times when I find her sitting on the bathroom floor eating the Q-Tips out of the garbage or digging in the laundry room and coming up with something absolutely disgusting that was probably dropped by the homeowners years ago.
A puppy isn't just something that you bring into your home and they instantly learn how to sit, come, and pee outside. It's taken quite a bit of us saying "no"...
And she needs lots of attention. Most often she can be found in the "scratch my belly please" position, waiting for expected scratch of the day...
But she is also great company. She's there with me when Griff isn't (Ok, I admit it. I'm scared) and she's always willing to give you a little lick on the back of your hand that can brighten any day.
I guess we'll keep her.
I guess we'll keep her.
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