One Year Later

I keep a daily journal. So yesterday I was looking at what I wrote a year ago. Annie. We were about one month into her tenure, here, and it was a little rough. She wasn't keeping her food down, I couldn't seem to find the right formula for her, and she wasn't picking up on the "let's go outside to pee" idea. It was a little tough.

Now? Well, she eats well, rings the bell on the back door when she needs or rather demands, to go out, and seems quite assimilated into the household, or rather, we have assimilated to her.

She's a lab, what can I say?

Murphy's day.