Oh my. A park. Full of smells and sights and other dogs and lots of people.
My girl has done very well so far. Scout is hyper on a normal day. Guess what she’s like here in Hartford? She’s not sure why we’re here or what she’s supposed to do but she’s handling it like a pro. This apartment building has elevators! She’s never been in one before. There’s lots of traffic and noise outside! There’s the park! There’s Nathalie, who came and stayed with her last night when I had to be at rehearsal! And Chelsea, who will sit with her tonight!
Lots of adjustments, of course. Food and water in a different place. Sleeping next to my bed instead of downstairs on the sofa back at the house.
She may be doing better than me. It’s really dry here in this apartment and I can’t get the windows open. I woke up in a miserable, congested state. And, though I didn’t think it was possible, this bed is harder than ours. So, on one hand, there’s Scout, overwhelmed but excited by this adventure, and then there’s me – blowing my nose, hobbling around with a sore back and hip, longing for my little cottage.
The sofa is covered with an old sheet as Scout sheds a lot of cat-like hair, a towel is handy for muddy feet (there’s a warming trend going on and snow is melting,) there’s lots of water available for a girl who pants a lot when she’s excited. And she’s excited.
Let’s she how she does when I have to leave her alone for an hour or so this afternoon. She’s pretty tired, so I’m hoping she sleeps. I left her in the room alone for a bit last night when I went downstairs to wait for Nathalie. When I came back she was planted right in the hallway facing the door, waiting for my return. And she wasn’t barking.
Cross your fingers.