Dogs are such a trip. After a very anxious, squirmy ride home last Sunday night, Marshall pretty much made himself at home. And Baby, while vocally correcting him from time to time, is settling into the new arrangement, too.
We had read that pugs sleep a lot, and Marshall does. During the day his preferred spot is at Craig's feet while he's working.
Marshall is about an inch shorter at the shoulder than Baby, but he's a stocky little guy (built like a fullback!) and outweighs her by about 10 pounds. Still, he can and does hop on and off laps at will. And he's not deterred by the puppy gates we sometimes put up at the bottom of the stairs, or in a doorway, and barges right on through. This is new to Baby, so she follows along into the off-limits territory.
And for the last couple of evenings, while Marshall has been flitting from lap to lap, Baby has settled right into HIS crate (which has a nice cushion, blankets, toys, etc. -- a regular puppy condo) and had a snooze. Marshall sees her and doesn't seem to mind. Go figure!
We're enjoying the various antics, and are getting used to all the funny little noises that a smooshy-faced pug makes.
And we thank niece Heather for choosing us to give Marshall a home.
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