We've Come A Long Way, Baby

If you'll remember, Oakley was TERRIFIED of Scrabble, our Springer Spaniel, when she first met him. He was very patient, well-behaved, and never tried to approach her. After three days of screaming, shaking, climbing the walls, and what can pretty accurately be described as sheer pandemonium whenever in his presence, she began to calm down. She watched him wearily from afar, and then gradually, a little closer. Within a week, she actually stroked him, if ever so briefly, on her own accord.

Well, now, she adores Scrabble, whom she affectionately calls "Kraggle." She still doesn't like him kissing her and if his tongue should happen to brush her arm even slightly, it sends her flying to me to be wiped down, then kissed. Only then does she deem his minor infraction, "all better."

It's so funny to hear her commanding him to his kennel when I announce that we are ready to leave the house to go bye-bye. "Nennel, Kraggle, nennel!" (aka, Kennel, Scrabble, kennel!). She then runs around the house gathering all of his toys and will carry them by the very edge (hence to avoid any and all contact with dog slobber) and places them in his kennel.

I took these photos last Sunday while they were playing in the front yard. Oakley and Kraggle ... a little girl and her dog!