Today we introduced Murphy to the newest four-legged family member. Girl brought her over, without Dudley, for a quiet introduction to the Bossy Little Old Man. Murphy was very excited, and roo-ed and barked like a maniac at the sight of her. She cried, and acted very shy.
Yes, this is the same puppy - she has just about doubled in size in 2 weeks, and now looks like a DAWG. We have to keep reminding ourselves that she's really just a baby of 10 weeks.
Murphy seemed to understand that she was a baby, and after the first burst of excitement, he calmed down and treated her very gently, giving her little kisses on her nose.
She quickly got over her shyness, explored the house and the yard, refrained from diving into the fish pond after the goldfish (this seriously tempted her, but she knows "No!" already), and learned that Grandma has a dog treat cookie jar on the counter, and is a sucker for nice girls who sit for treats. She is a very polite little girl, and very gentle, which is a good thing. Note the dawg shape emerging. She's going to be HUGE. (Also note the dead bushes. I'm procrastinating the yard work until next month, after we're safely past a chance of another freak freeze.)
Everyone got along really well - Layla was calm, obedient, submissive, and after she got over her shyness, played fetch and danced around barking. She and Murphy were buddies within a half hour. The cats were, of course, thoroughly disgusted.
Boris was not about to yield his living room to yet another dog. They sized each other up and were polite. It was Layla's first encounter with these things called Cats, and she was intrigued but not overly pushy with them. She's a very calm, gentle girl, just naturally well-mannered.
In other news, I had my fireplace inspected and cleaned on Saturday, just in time for the latest batch of cold weather. So, the roof is fixed and the fireplace is functional, and hooray! Murphy approves.