Harlow is now nine weeks old, and has been with us for three full weeks. She's adjusting to our life; or adjusting us to hers!
She's grown exponentially; I think she's 14 lbs now, and she was 8.5 when we got her. She's a champion napper, chewer, and sniffer. And we're working away from biteing as a means of exploring her world.
Thus far we've stuck pretty close to home. We need to get her out a little more, and expose her to the rest of the world. Walks to the park have been about the extent of her world so far. Last week she did meet Lester, the white golden retriever who lives down the street.
We've been very good about keeping her in her crate when we can't observe her. I took a chance on Friday and used her leash to teather her to her crate, and this is what I came down to:
I swear that she grows every day while I'm at work. Look at those paws! The floppy ears! (The towel wrapped around the dishwasher bar so she doesn't run off with it).