Look at that face! She's so tiny! Excluding her head and tail, she's only about six and a half inches long. I hope to get some pictures within the next couple of days. We've named her Molly because that's the name that popped into my head the moment I laid eyes on her. Strange, that's never happened before. We usually can never agree on names, or nothing seems to fit. We've got a cat that's three years old and he's never been given an official name. Poor fella answers to "Little Man."
I figured I'd be in for a rough couple of nights when we brought Molly home and she was separated from her mother and siblings for the first time. I fixed up a bed for her in a clear plastic tote and gave her a stuffed Elmo doll and a blankie. The Elmo is just slightly bigger than she is, but she grabbed it by the leg and tied to shake it. Too cute. She's going to be a real killer. After a couple of minutes, she lay down and used the doll for a pillow and went right to sleep. I covered her with the blankie, which woke her for a few seconds, then she settled right down again. She slept that way for hours, with only an occasional stretch and twitchy dream. Hubby went to bed, then got back up again later. Puppy was still asleep. We marveled at how well-behaved she was being. I've never seen a puppy that didn't cry through the night when taken from its mother and familiar surroundings. I shut down for the night and turned in. Molly slept on. I was tired because we'd had a big day and quickly fell asleep. Then... at 3:32 this morning, Molly woke up, needing food, drink and a pottie break. Afterward, she was ready to rock and roll for what I feared would be the rest of the night. She wore down after about 30 minutes of tagging after me and playing tug-of-war with the hem of my pajamas, then she went back to sleep. I'm completely in love!