Puppy's first day home!

Our incredibly tiny 8 week old Newfoundland arrived today at around 1 p.m. She was delivered right to our home, and I carried her in myself. Mr. Field Notes was getting in his usual swim at the lunch hour before heading back to work for a slew of afternoon meetings so he wasn't there for the excitement.

Puppy was perfectly well behaved, curious and followed me around the house everywhere I went. She licked me, gnawed on my pant leg and mewed a lot. She is definitely a squeaker.

Max took the arrival of the puppy remarkably well. Of course, I think it makes all the difference in the world that she is smaller than he is. He sniffed her and laid down by her. It was very sweet. Then, Katy came in. She got excited and very quickly went into bossy intimidation mode. Puppy hid underneath me, under the tables, in any spot she could find. And she was excited too — to play. But Katy didn't like that and put her paw down on the puppy's back who squealed. Eventually I got Katy to calm down, but she still produced copious amounts of drool. I mean - serious drowned in it pools of drool. I take it that was because she was anxious.

After a while I took the puppy outside so she could hopefully pee (which she had already done once inside on an easy to wash cloth). But all puppy wanted to do was wreck through the garden and lie underneath the lily leaves. She crashed through the largest of my snapdragon plants, tearing it in two so I brought the torn off stems with flowers inside and put them in a vase.

Puppy played in the sprinkler and got good and dirty so she got a good toweling off inside, accompanied by tick removal. She had a little tick lodged into her brow.

Then we drove downtown where she went inside a couple of businesses, met up with Mr. Field Notes and had our picture taken for the stores' bulletin boards. She also got her first collar.

All in all it was a pretty smooth introduction. She's asleep in the kitchen now.

We're thinking we are going to call her Yuki.