Settling In

Change is hard, change is good, change is scary.  Change is one of those thing we really have no control over.  It happens, like death, taxes and chocolate.  Either we consume it, or it consumes us.  Sometimes both.

Addy went through a fire storm of changes last weekend when we brought here into foster care.  It didn't matter that she landed in a soft place, at that time nothing felt right.  She responded quite like I would.  She was a little snarly and snappy.  Okay, she was really snarly.  It didn't help that Layla has the delicacy of a car full of clowns sometimes.  

She wanted in, she wanted out, she didn't want to be crated, she barked, whined and snarled.  All proper responses for the loss of every comfort she knew.

Happily she is settling in.  She is showing her playful side and finds that Layla may have some redeeming qualities after all. She found the master bed and naps there. She'll even join Mick on the bed.  After whining for a day at the audacity of him being there.  

I can't imagine adjusting as well, or as quickly, to her life changes as she has.  But then they don't hold on to injustices like we do sometimes.  They don't fuss (and cuss) at the yesterdays.  They live in today.  And for today, life is looking up.