Happily ever after

It took more than a month, but Maya the Hard-Luck Hound (aka the Doomsday Doggie, Bringer of the Poopocalypse) has found a place of her own. She’s the one on her back.

I hope she learns to relax

I am optimistic that our little girl has found a home. She’s clearly found a friend. And not just any friend — Butch there (the one acting as one of Maya’s many pillows) has a history of aggression with unfamiliar animals.  Available evidence indicates some of that was an act.

I didn’t see it, but I imagine the dog conversation went like this:

Butch: HEY! NEW DOG! I am gonna totally BUST YOUR ASS!
Maya: Hi there!
Butch: I mean it! You are in A LOT OF TROUBLE!
Maya: You are my new best friend. I’m going to run around like mad for a few hours, then we should cuddle.
Butch: No! I will destroy you! I am Butch Almighty!
Maya: You are so funny. *lick*
Butch: You may stay. We can cuddle over here. Enjoy your running!

Big thanks to Adam and Shayna for apparently donating their couch to Maya. I hope you’re enjoying her being there as much as she clearly is.