Savannah has had the most interesting time of transition. Now she has two other dogs to play with, and is learning all the great habits of being a dog (barking for dinner, jumping on furniture). In some ways she is torn between two worlds. The basement is “our domain” with the old rules she is familiar with. Upstairs is doggyhaven where Waldo, Penny and Savannah rule to roost.

I came across her this morning with her head laying at the top of stairs with this pitiful look of: “These dogs have worn me out, but it is just too much fun to retreat back to my pad.”