It worked out pretty well, except for the usual roommate squabbles. You know: who shares what space in the refrigerator, who gets to choose the movie for the night, who can urinate on the floor and when--those kinds of things.
Some highlights of the week have included:
- Annie learning to "heel" on command
- Annie barking her head off at the teapot the first time it whistles
- Annie freaking me out by learning how to use Macy's dog door
- Annie doing whatever she is doing in the grassy picture
- Annie learning how to read rhetorical theory
Also, I'm pretty sure that last night when I let her out to use the bathroom before going to bed, Annie was trying to eat a *star*. The moon was full, and in the light I could see Annie repeatedly jumping up and snapping at something way out of her reach. I thought it might be a moth on first glance, but as I went closer to investigate, I could reach no other conclusion except that she was trying to bite a star. I'm sad to report that she did not catch it, at least as far as I could tell. Perhaps I'll find it buried in the couch cushion.
Before I end this post, my apologies for posting multiple pictures of the dog as though I am a strange, lonely bachelor with nothing else to do. I have plenty of other things to do; in fact I'm very busy. Right Annie?
[Annie nods yes].
