Day 1.

[katster]

So I'm getting ready for bed, and I'm lying here with the lights off. And one dog very carefully lies on the back side of my legs, and the other hops up on the other side. I carefully move the laptop screen so I can see who's down at the far end. It's Zoe, which means that the dog tucked behind my knees must be DJ. This is encouraging, because we've spent the day carefully dancing around one another, and DJ barking at me when I startle her. We'll see how tomorrow goes.

(For those not in the know, I'm dogsitting for mactavish and deyo, and DJ and Zoe are the names of their dogs.)