Thanks to Marcia, we finally have a decent picture of Cody. He doesn't look like a black lab in this picture, does he?
We adopted him from a rescue group last Saturday. His foster family found him and the rest of his litter abandoned in a state park. We chose him because he wanted to snuggle and sit in our laps. At one point Carrie fell on his back, and he didn't mind it at all. These all seemed like good signs.
Today he had his checkup which went well. The doctor thinks he's about 4 months old and will weight 40-50 lbs. when full-grown. Tonight, we will start an obedience class.
Cody is a very loving dog. He's very curious about his new pad. This morning he pulled a paintbrush out of a jar and made some handsome red lines on his sides and front legs. War paint, perhaps? I don't think so.
Cody seems to be adjusting to us and v.v. He's a curious little puppy. Pearl is completely smitten with him. He's growing on Carrie, but she is more cautious around him. We all have a lot to learn, but so far everyone is happy.
The Good News: Pearl hasn't cried during her past two days of preschool. Today Marcia said that when they got home, Pearl asked to look at pictures of her school friends. I think we're rounding a bend here.
The Bad News: Our three-legged dog Jake snapped at Pearl yesterday, and although the skin wasn't actually broken, it left an error star-shaped mark in the center of her chest. We're seeking (once again) a toddler-free family for him. My turn to cry. I love my boy.