Today marks one month with Tess, and to say she's come a long way would be a severe understatement. I don't even remember the last glimmer I saw of the scared, skittish, underweight dog we brought home from the shelter--she is now a bounding, dancing, energetic puppy who lives for her daily walks, cuddling on the couch, interacting with people, and play time. She's also become a championship kong-devourer, a master rawhide destroyer, and is already learning commands ("Stay", "Wait", "No", "Come"). She's also abandoned her fancy dog bed and co-opted the couches and the foot of our bed--something I didn't think I'd be ok with, but she's remarkably agile when it comes to jumping and landing, and also quite compact (when she wants to be).
My favorite moment so far? We were sitting on the couch one evening, watching a show, and she groggily wandered over to us. After a moment she gently climbed onto my lap, then stretched across both of us and fell fast asleep.
You're a good girl, Tess. <3
