The pup has learned the habits of this home. She and Coho both run to the door now when I peek outside, slide across the wood floor, and await by the moose meat for chunks to be cut off and thrown in their favor. She knows where her blanket is when she wants to sleep, and where Coho's is (and how she is not allowed there). She's trusted me enough to fall asleep in my arms, and loved me enough to give kisses almost constantly. And I have to admit, the idea of not keeping her is aching in my heart. I've taken Coho without my landlords permission and yet another female dog will not sit well with the higher power...
