We are still loving on Josie so hard. She has gotten a lot more comfortable, therefore a little naughty. But just puppy naughty, not really bad. For example, when she's in the very back of the station wagon I have to tie a knot in her leash and close it in the back hatch door if I don't want to come out of the coffee shop with her in the drivers seat.
She whines a little more than we'd like, but it's hard to tell why. Is it because she's about to pee all over the rug? Or, more likely, is it because that knowing there are squirrels, chipmunks and rabbits just existing on this earth brings her deep emotional pain? Luckily her discomfort is eased by sleeping on the couches.
She's afraid of the stairs. She refuses to climb them, no matter what. So we have to carry her up to bed at the end of the day. We're a bunch of suckers, aren't we.
Oly and I had a picnic on the porch yesterday. Grapes and salami. Josie just sat there and watched us. No begging, no assaulting. (Although half the reason I wanted a dog was for someone to clean the floor after meals. She's still learning to do it. After ordering her to gobble up a bite of tuna casserole that had fallen on the floor she ate it and looked at us like, "wait, that's what you guys are doing up there?!?!"
Here's Doctor Oly:
And here's the patient:
After hundreds of at-home checkups, we took Josie to the vet for a second opinion. This was stil in the waiting room:
I like this face. It says, "are you gonna stop this at any time?" The answer, Jojo, is no.
The vet pronounced her in perfect health (34 pounds! So petite!) but Oly wanted to check again using the official stethoscope:
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