I'd been up all night and Noel had not, so he took morning puppy duty and I got to sleep. He put her in her crate and let her yap until she got tired and fell asleep -- something I'd been too much of a softie to do (the poor thing had separation anxiety). I woke up and the house was quiet. Noel had gone to play music for some sword dancers. Rosie was asleep in the crate.
After she woke up, Rosie and I played chase in the back yard. She was "it." She learned how to go up stairs, but was afraid to go down because on the first try she rolled down in a bundle of puppy. She stayed close to me in the yard, because she was still unused to the area.
Elaine came over and I showed her all Rosie's tricks. Well, her one trick. Much of our time was spent carrying the puppy outside when she seemed to need to pee. Rosie hadn't gotten the hang of going quickly and getting it over with.
In the evening, I went out to the grocery store. I stopped at Pet Food Express and got Rosie a slightly smaller collar, as the adjustable one was a bit too large, still, and it was dangling dangerously. Important factor: the collar had to cost less than $5, because it will be outgrown fast. I also got her a rope chew toy which resembles the carpet fringe she likes to chew on.
The second night was easier than the first. We didn't coddle her with lap-sleeping. It was cold and rainy out, so she learned to get her business over with quickly. Also, Noel did some of the nighttime potty care. We marked places where she'd pooped with oranges from the homicidal orange tree, so they'd be easy to find later.
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