|It took 1,000 tries to capture the head-tilt of intelligence.|
And she's delightful. I love her wrinkled houndy face and her huge flapping ears and her little puppy squeaks, but oh my goodness, I'd forgotten how much work a puppy is, although Grace and Seamus have been enormously helpful. The advent of Phoebe brought a rush of suppressed memories. When we adopted Luna, Seamus was an infant and not yet sleeping through the night. The other kids were really little and Jon was working night shift. So guess who was getting up in the night to nurse the baby AND getting up in the night to let the puppy out? I seriously do not know how I survived that.
We've had Phoebe for a week and she has settled in well, and seems to love us, although I think she is a little afraid of me, probably (I hope) because she knows I am the alpha female. She isn't housebroken yet, but I can tell she understands the concept of outdoors = toilet.
|Her tummy was bloated the day we got her,|
but it has gone down and our vet has declared her worm-free.
I have had a hard time getting good photos because Phoebe is more or less the exact same color as our floors. I tried to take some pictures outside, and she's also the exact color of the fallen leaves.
|blending into the floor.|
|Sancho: Thanks. Thanks a lot.|
Sancho's initial reaction was pointed indifference, followed by mild curiosity and faint annoyance. Ian wasn't with us when we brought Phoebe home, but came over to do laundry a few later, and Sancho cried and cried at him, as if to say, "Look what they've done!" Now, after a week, he has progressed to tolerance--as long as she doesn't cross certain boundaries. I think they will be good friends once she stops trying to use his face as a chew toy. Our sweet Luna would have loved Phoebe and wanted to mother her, but she died last winter at age thirteen.
How did we arrive at the name Phoebe? I campaigned hard for "Edwina" but Jon was not having it. (Jon wanted to name her Kali or Aoife but the kids and I rejected these with vigor.) My second choice was Violet, which Jon hated as much as Edwina. There was a lively argument while we tossed names around: Harriet, Norah, Matilda, Oonagh, Nellie, Maude. For a while, we all agreed on Maude, with the understanding that Jon could call her Mo, but my great-grandmother's name was Maude which troubled my conscience. At last we settled on Phoebe, which has the Victorian old lady sound I was hoping for and also won't embarrass Jon when he calls to her in public. It turns out Phoebe is a trendy name for girls and suddenly we know several people who know people who have girls named Phoebe. What would you name a puppy?