Oh, thank you for all the Clover love! She is sleeping on her little plaid blanket right now, quietly moaning to herself while I write this, for she is a groany, moany dog — much more talkative than her auntie. She has a repertoire of noises that would rival an old-time radio show. She vocalizes liberally, and at first it was so confusing, because her sounds wouldn't seem to jive with what she was doing. Like, she'd be playing what seemed like happily with her toys (chewing, tail-wagging, all attention focused on the leg of a plushy pink octopus) but at the same kind kind of crying softly to herself in a way that just breaks your heart — missing her brothers and sisters? Talking to her toys? Who can say. We're kind of used to it now, tentatively acclimating ourselves to our new, tiny, unique creature, so much like and yet so different from Audrey I can't help but smother her with twice as many kisses as she can probably stand. Though, unlike her auntie, as well, she is a cuddler. You roll her over on her back and tickle her in the sweet spot behind her right ear, and she shudders with pleasure and closes her eyes, happy to stay in the crook of my arm as long as I keep tickling. I'm completely in love.
Poor Andy is on a work bender, five straight 12-hour days (eeesh) so he and Clover hung out much of Saturday, but not too much since; at night she mostly cries in her crate before falling into a few hours of exhausted, twitching slumber. Saturday afternoon, someone came to the living room window to be let in, and boy was she surprised: a tiny, yelping Audrey look-a-like, barking at her from behind the glass:
After that, the Bee has been strangely indifferent. The cats are actually taking it all very well. Phew!
Oh my, what a day! What a privilege.
I marvel at her — she's like a tiny, exquisite deer — and have mellowed.
When we brought Clover home, we stopped off at the backyard before we came into the house via the back door. At the end of the back hall, there is a picture of Audrey that I framed and put there about a year ago. I've looked at it a million times in the past month, but it wasn't until I walked up the hall with Clover in my arms that I saw something in it I hadn't noticed before.