To the next phase

As some things stay the same, others are changing very fast. She's still a dear, still cocks her head wonderfully, still brings her crazy ears together. She still spends time in the crate, in the kitchen, outdoors. All puppy waste material is on our lawn, not on our floor. But she's moved to a larger crate where she can sit, stand, and even walk around a bit. She spent her first night outside Elizabeth's room last night, without a hitch. On the whole, her adaptation to us and to our house is amazingly fast, and one of the results is she's less eager to please. Used to be that just clapping your hands would send her bounding to you, tongue and tail flailing. Now she sits there and sort of wonders why you're making all that noise with that stupid eager expression on your face. We're also only just getting hints of what life is going to be like when she spends less time in the crate. I left her in the (gated) kitchen this morning to check the laundry, and came back to see that she'd found our phone receiver as a perfectly suitable chew toy. I thought I'd placed it well out of reach, but those out-sized paws are getting more and more out-there. Now, exhausted from it all, she's crashed out in her crate.