Ophelia has begun to fit into our household. She still looks like a watermelon with lots of fur. She’s truly gifted at finding places to hide. She crawls into the cover on Cathy’s bed springs, for heaven’s sake.
But she comes to the living room more often. She sits on top of Cathy’s couch. She runs really fast: Cathy can’t always catch her. We’ll have lots of fun when we have to go to the vet.
The good news is my life continues unchanged. I eat, sleep and go to the dog park.