Mouse

At some point when we were moving in, the boys and I picked up a puppy. Cody has named her "mouse" and she's part husky. The cats don't seem to like her much at all. Pumpkin is beginning to tolerate her, but Daisy wants nothing to do with her at all. We'll have to take her to the vet for shots, chipping and fixing soon. The boys are in love already and were fighting over who got to sleep with her until I moved their bed close together. They think I'm really cool for figuring out that solution.

She likes to nip at them and chase them around the yard. Zach was hopping in the yard the other day and Mouse would hop after him. He tried running around but she'd just sit on the ground and stare at him until he hopped again and she'd hop after him.

Right now I'm figuring out where to put things still. I need to put up our book shelves so I can get those boxes out of the way. We're mostly unpacked but it still doesn't feel like home yet, probably because Cody hasn't lived here with us yet. I don't know. Maybe it'll just take a while to feel like home.