Let sleeping dogs lie

Here's Tasha on her downstairs bed, under the coffee table, with her toys. There's an old sock, a little rope, a red plastic donut, an old nylabone, and a gummi-bone (most are left over from Callie's puppy days). We had just fed her and taken her outside for a romp. Back in the house, she decided to take a nap. For which we are grateful. She's getting used to the collar now, too.

Tasha taking a nap on her little bed.

I promise (as I did ten years ago) that this will not become an all-dog blog. Still, this is what's occupying us right now; it's the current reality of our life in France. The weather is not cooperating, but we're making the best of it. It's really quite chilly outside, but they're predicting better temperatures next week. Always next week.

I've been taking Callie and Tasha outside, mostly so that Tasha can do her business, but I'm noticing that the two of them are starting to play. Callie is cautious, but Tasha is bold. She charges Callie, but then when Callie asserts herself, Tasha rolls over on her back in submission. Callie is less apprehensive and starting to enjoy the play. It won't be long, I think, until they're fast friends. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.