I met a new family member at the Christmas celebration on Tuesday. My niece has adopted a dog. It’s a Maltese and Yorkie mix and really cute. The pup, named Lexie, is eight weeks old, a fluffy ball of biscuit colored hair.
Poor little thing was shaking with fright or nerves. Her “Mom” held her wrapped in a blanket most of the day which helped her quit shaking. At one point, my niece handed me the pup to hold while she did something else. Lexie raised her head and kept looking for “Mom.” She’d look at me with a puzzled expression on her little face and then look around for “Mom.”
I think she managed to survive the day okay. It will be interesting to see how she reacts to everyone when we all meet again in about a month.