It's very clear that she hasn't ever been anybody's dog before, certainly never an inside dog - both stairs and television were obviously entirely new experiences for her. Took me about 5 minutes to coax her into following me up the stairs (even though she was still on the leash) so I could give her a bath (which she was NOT fond of) and as for TV... she started out barking and growling at it from behind the couch (and popping up like a Whack-a-Mole from time to time to see if any of the people and things in it had jumped out of the box yet) but once she got over that... she WATCHES it.
I kid you not, my dog has been watching TV for the last two or three hours. I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to see shit from Animal Planet cropping up on the DVR in a couple of weeks.
Anyway, as promised, here are a couple of pics of Molly at home. I'll have better ones later; you wouldn't believe how hard it was just to get a couple decent snaps with my phone - she tends to be a wiggler, a squirmer, and a licker so it's really hard to get her to look at the camera without bounding over and licking it!
And this is Tom:
giving me the stinkeye:
ignoring me as I try to suck up:
relenting, since I am after all an awesome guy even if I did give him a little sister bigger than he is:
Added bonus: incredibly shitty low-frame-rate camphone clip of Tom doing donuts on the kitchen floor!
In related news, Tom doesn't hate me for bringing Molly home but he's pretty clearly dubious of this new development and a little bit standoffish. Hopefully the fact that he still gets bedroom access at night while Moll has to stay in the crate in the living room (for now - she doesn't get the run of the house until late November) will mellow him out pretty quickly.