Lovey is fitting like a glove on a hand. Even the cats now tolerate her cold, wet nose in rude places. Mostly. She and Scrappy get along well, both stealing each other's chewy bone - since we all know the other guy's is always so much better....
And then, there is the sofa.
Apparently, one SIDE is better. Or so thinks Lovey.
She had a few firsts this past weekend - first siting of a cow. First close up of a chipmunk. My farmer's cows (along with a relieved Jasmine, Alice and Rosebud) are now out on the pasture - up to their udders in nice, green grass. This makes for a bucolic sight as we walk along the road to the farm. While the cows no longer strike terror into the heart of Scrappy (unless they are on the wrong side of the fence), Lovey reacted as if aliens had abruptly landed in her world. Tail between the legs, ribbon of fur upright along her spine, Velcroed to Scrappy and wanting very badly to be heading in the opposite direction. Then the cow bellowed and that was that. She led the way as we were catapulted towards home.
Chipmunks, however, are a lot more fun. There was a cheeky devil that sashayed across the deck while we were all out enjoying the sun. He ran under the woodpile and Lovey spent a busy 20 minutes trying to unearth him. This seems to be the Year of the Chipmunk - there are tens of them darting about, little buggers. I am hoping that I am able to beat them to my strawberries, but the odds in my favor are not looking good.