Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
March 09, 2003
Battle of the Brats
I brought Tia to Maine with me, in the hopes that she'd provide some entertainment for the puppies. Well, she has in a way. She spent most of Friday running from them and them from her. If they got too close, she morphed into a hissing ball of fur with flying claws. By Saturday afternoon, she was comfortable enough with the new surroundings to be a little more sociable. She even started to ignore Zeke and Pete, unless they were playful and getting a little fresh with her. And now that we're getting ready to leave, she's pretty much at home, watching the bird feeders and walking between the puppies' legs. She's even being the sweetie she normally is. Now I'm just hoping that she'll be back to normal after the ride home.
Posted by criminal at March 9, 2003 09:03 AM