First night down, forever to go

Our first night was fine, and went without problems of any kind. Miss Roxie settled in like she owned the place. She has perfectly beautiful house manners. Goes to the door for "outside?" and goes to the door when she wants to explore the yard. She asks for treats in a deep musical voice that evokes the opera and takes the treat in a lady-like manner. Rocky, on the other hand, always thought we were asking to have our fingers removed when we gave him a treat.

Nine o'clock came and went and Rox was sleeping in her bed watching the door for Bob to come home from class. When he did, and he went up to bed, Rox came to me in the TV room and stayed until I went to bed. Obviously she thinks Bob and I should go to bed together, but she stayed up to keep me company.

With no fuss or fanfare, she went up with me, got into her own bed, accepted the quilt for a cover and was soon dreaming and doing some very delicate, feminine snoring. 6:30 AM brought some rolling in bed, some wake-up vocals and a demand for tummy rubs before she'd agree to set foot off her bed.

A little breakfast, a tour around the backyard then a special request for an additional walkie out the front door. Bob met some neighbors who commented on "the new dog" and made some congratulatory noises. We have a reputation in the 'hood as the dachshund folks.

Tummy full (she licked our plates after we ate - a habit I vowed to avoid with this dog, but Bob caved), she is now sleeping under the kitchen table in hopes someone else will eat breakfast and share again.

Today is a do-nothing day. Just rest, bond, explore the yard, bark at the neighbors and figure out which toys are hers. And I have to do something with her hair. She needs a shampoo and style in the worst way. Also a mani-pedi. Her nails look good, but need a trim. I'm hoping her good nature extends to prodding, washing, combing and fluffing. I'd hate to piss her off on her first full day here!