Mia seems to be making herself at home: by sleeping on our furniture, while sorting through our wastepaper baskets, and by retrieving items that I would have thought would be out of reach of a small, elderly Dalmation. She may be eleven, but she is still agile. Fortunately, at one point I was trained by much larger Dobermans, who were even more agile, and I imagine I will pick up the knack of dog proofing the house again.
I lost track of her last night, and had a panicky few moments before I thought to call downstairs on the intercom to discover, that yes, she was down there with Jack. I would say she is bonding with us fairly well, though I suspect from Mia’s point of view, she is making sure that the human residents are firmly under her little paw.
Lody continues to be very accepting of her. Last night, the two dogs looked like they were even thinking about playing with each other but decided not to rush into anything. There are quite a few dog toys strewn around the exercise room right now: toys that Lody had ignored for months but is now getting out of the toy basket to see if she can mix things up a bit.