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Flood's first day
Flood is the puppy that came last night. She was named for our creek, which had flooded its banks this morning.

The vet says she's 6 weeks old, but can't tell what breed(s) she is. She said that she will grow into her breed characteristics.

Demariana and Jeshua were kind enough to find a crate in their basement for me to borrow. She'll have to sleep separately from the scotties until we trust them to get along unsupervised. And until she's at least as big as they are.

Right now she weighs a whole 4 pounds. She's got soft puppy fur, mostly tan with some white around her face, and on the tip of her tail. Her nose is pink and black, as are her paw pads. Her dewclaws are black.

Flar is concerned about taking on a third dog, but if no one comes to claim her, I'm not sending her to a shelter. I put leaflets with her picture and my phone number on the neighbors' houses, and put an ad in the paper. I'm waiting a week for her first appointment with the vet, to give whomever a week to find her.

I didn't really get much done around the house today until the boys were home to help watch Flood. The Scotties appear to think she's a large rat or something. So I'm only letting them together under very close supervision. Flood wants to make friends and play. If I can convince the Scotties that she's a puppy and not a rodent, I'm hoping they'll accept her, and maybe even mother her. But it's going to take time.

We declared it dog night and have washed the Scotties' area under the stairs and in the jacuzzi room, and given the Scotties a bath. Flood's crate is all fixed up with a blanket and a food dish and a chew toy and terry cloth stuffed toy.

I just mopped half the jacuzzi room. I'm about to vaccuum the other half and mop it. In cleaning under the stairs and mopping, we discovered that the pilot light had gone out for the gas water heater. Seems the plug was half out for the sump pump, so it didn't operate during all this nifty water, and the water heater got flooded.

Flar plugged in the sump pump, which immediately got rid of lots of water, and then he lit the pilot light. Me, I just get to do a second load of pants/shirts, which I was planning on anyway. His pants that he wore down in to the basement need washing, but I'd missed pretty much all of his regular wash (as opposed to dry cleaners) dirty clothes from Brazil. Oops.

So, the rest of the evening. Finish mopping the jacuzzi room, clear off the jacuzzi of everything except clothes (maybe those too, if Flar wants to jacuzzi), and run lots of laundry through the system.

The kitchen is relatively clean. I cleaned while waiting for dinner to cook. We had chicken and stuffing and stir fry vegetables in teriyaki sauce and cinnamon rolls. Yumm.

Flood is sleeping in my lap while I type this. She was crying, so I sat down to give her some attention before I start cleaning again. I'll see if she stays asleep when I put her back in her crate.

Maybe if I cover part of it with a towel...

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If it were me, I'd have been tempted to name him Noah. He sounds adorable, tho. :)

That's what you get when you let kids name them... Flood's kind of growing on me, though.

Getting her to sleep through the second night will be a challenge, though. I suspect she spent quite a bit of last night crying, as she keeps starting up whenever she's in her crate long enough.

Puppies are like cats...you can never have too many. ;)

I actually hope you get to keep Flood, at least long enough for me to meet her. ;) I think the Scotties will get used to her eventually. I don't know how dogs do in meeting a new one, but it takes cats a week or two before they will "accept" a newcomer, and usually that is grudgingly, at least for a while. But, cats are also wimps and like to put on grand shows of how mean and viscious they are instead of actually doing something about it. ;) I think dogs are more aggressive, but I'm not sure, having never had a dog.

The problem is, it's very hard to tell with dogs. Their dominance games can be pretty rough, and when the size difference is what it is right now, well, it's best to be there to protect Flood.

They're going to have plenty of "unsupervised" time together tomorrow, separated by Flood's crate, while I'm bowling and Flar's working in his office. It will no doubt be loud...

I gave up on vacuuming tonight, and put off mopping the rest of the floor to later in the week. I've got the second load of "dog wash" going, and tomorrow I can finish up the regular laundry. Luckily, Flar doesn't have any meetings tomorrow, and he's got another pair of pants he can wear until I do laundry.

Just need to finish up with the dog dishes and toys, and then I get to sleep.

I think holding sleepy puppies makes one sleepy.

I find any kind of sleepy baby relaxes me. Kittens, human babies, guinea pigs, they all are cuddly and relaxing when still. ("still" being the operative word *G*)

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