New puppy.

It's been almost 2 weeks and the puppy has went from 7.2lbs to 14.3lbs as of yesterday and she no longer has constant diarrhea. Still trying to teach her not to nibble me so much, but fortunately I remember how to bleed well so it's all working out.

Here's my happy view, her on the nanny cam sleeping on the vent in the back of the bathroom. Means I get a short break. (My kids and wife have been sick for the last week, non-covid, so I've been on my own caring for the two dogs and 5 cats...I'm a bit frazzled.)

 

We've been calling her "Pinky" for the last week or so just because she responded to it when I called her that originally. Not one we really picked, but she likes it and responds to it so it's sort of sticking.

I introduced Buffy and Pinky yesterday formally, meaning face to face without a barrier and no one eating anyone. She's still separated, but I'm giving them social times and working on integration.

BTW- The rest of my life has fallen completely apart, my house and yard are a wreck and I just washed dishes yesterday for the first time in days. I forgot how bloody much work a puppy is, especially integrating one with a difficult dog.

 

Some sweet success, from just a few minutes ago:

 

"Found a neat pool!"

 

Her ears are trying to stand up, at least one of them. ADORABLE!!!

 

The wife got one of Buffy and Binky on my bed:

 

I AM THE PUPPY GAWD!!!!

Only took a month or so, eh?

 

Puppy fights are normal again, Buffy learned she can put Pinky's whole head in her mouth!