Today we added another female inhabitant to our apartment: Zorra, the Spitz-Corgi mutt. Lauren and I made the trek up to New Hampshire to pick her up after her long trip up from Tennessee. Between being drugged up (her foster mother gave her Dramamine for the trip), having been on the road with a bunch of other no-doubt nervous dogs, and being handed off to two strangers who then drive her for another hour or so, she was understandably timid, confused, and tired.
Fortunately, Nora is dogsitting for her friend Veronica's dog, Fiji. Fiji is smaller than Zorra and very friendly, and is making Zorra's transition a lot easier by playing with her (or trying to) and leading her on walks. Shortly after we got Zorra here, we four roommates and Pat witnessed a scene whose hilariousness is impossible to convey with mere text. We watched as Fiji tried everything she could think of to get Zorra to play with her: furiously squeaking her squeaky toy, running (and sliding) in circles around the house, barking, and all possible combinations of these things. Zorra was unmoved, but the rest of us were bent over in pain from laughter.
Pics to follow, but for now enjoy the ones Lauren has posted on her blog.
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