The day Halo came home
Eight weeks old, impossibly small, and completely certain she owned the place.
She arrived on a Saturday morning, eight weeks old and small enough to carry in one arm.
We had prepared for weeks — the crate, the bed, the puppy-proofed kitchen. What we had not prepared for was the confidence. She walked through the front door, sniffed every corner of the ground floor, and sat down in the middle of the living room as if to say: yes, this will do.
By evening she had claimed the couch.
We had not planned on that.