First of all, there's that stupid dog, Charlotte. She's got this long, black nose that she's always poking under the couch where I sleep. All she wants to do is kiss me--yuck! I liked it better when she chased me. (Mom took this picture with her cell phone when I was on the run--it's blurry because I was moving so fast!)
Then there's this big white thing in one of the rooms. Dad calls it a Sammy-bird. It talks, talks, talks, all the time. It does say, "Hi, Mom," which my new mom really likes, so maybe I shouldn't be so worried.
The black dog, Delaney, pretty much leaves me alone, so he's cool. And the black cat, Max, is okay too. Sometimes he chases me, and I think he's playing, but sometimes it's scary cuz he's so much bigger than me. My new dad got on the scale with me on Sunday and told my mom that I weigh 4 pounds; they said Max weighs 14 pounds. Last night, when I was snuggled in bed between them (isn't that the best spot in the house?), my mom said I'm a chow-hound and I probably gained some weight.
I gave them a big surprise this morning. Instead of sleeping under the couch in the living room last night, I slept under their bed! It shocked the heck out of Charlotte, too, when she stuck her nose under the bedspread and I bopped her on the nose. (Then again, maybe it was my growl that scared her. She always backs off when I grow1.)
All in all, things are pretty good. Can't wait for Mom to come home so I can sit with her on the couch.