The 8-hour drive home with two kids and an 8-week pup was long, but uneventful. The kids love her gentle
ways and sweet disposition. They take turns feeding, taking her outside, logging her activities in her book,
and playing and napping with her. It won't be long before she's too big for them to pick up and hold in their laps.
The two dogs are getting along quite nicely. Radar worries over her a bit, however he's teaching her some
really good habits—how to sit before going in or outside, how to sit and wait for the food bowls to be
filled—and some not so good habits—how to nonchalantly walk through the kitchen to sniff the counter tops
when you think no one is looking. Now I wish he'd teach her how to be happy in a crate. But mostly they play.
Radar lies on the floor and Remi takes a running leap and lands on Radar's back. He's incredibly gentle in
his playing and takes a lot of abuse from those sharp little puppy teeth. One paw swipe will gently push
her away and it starts all over again. I don't trust them alone together, but we can sit and watch them in
their battles without too much worry over things getting carried away. Radar seems to be pleased to be able
to act like a dog and they are quickly becoming inseparable.
