I felt Tom slip out of bed early this morning. Heard him go out the front door, out onto the porch right outside my window. Smiled, hearing his voice venture close to baby talk when greeting Belle (he'll deny it.) He crossed the length of the porch followed by Max, their images passing by the windows reflected on the dark television screen in front of me. From his words I knew Belle was following, too. She's just too small to be seen through the window.
"No, Belle, don't bite, don't bite!"
A few minutes later he came in. "Someone took our puppy and left another one! She's a bundle of energy! Max doesn't know what happened!"
I went out a few minutes later to see for myself. He's right...no more meek, mild, docile puppy for us - she's a wiggling, tail-wagging, baby-teeth chewing ball of fur, obviously feeling right at home in these new digs.
Max is confused - grinning at her, but obviously dismayed, trying to figure it all out.
Both of his toys are on her pad. I'm wondering if he thinks she's the new Alpha? The next few days should be interesting...
Wish us luck!
