Bonnie's heeerree. These photos of her frolicking in the yard paint a rosier picture than what the last 24 hours have really been like at the Stevenson's.
I didn't take any pictures of the crying/yelping all night, the 2:00 a.m. exploding poo in her crate, or the grassy vomit clean-up at 6:45 this morning on my way out the door to work. Nor did I take pictures of the 10+ messes we've already cleaned up. Yes, Bonnie has had a traumatic start but things are improving, and we're getting smarter already. It's hard to blame her, considering we ripped her away from her pack and all. When we play on the sun porch she sees her reflecting and thinks it's her kin. Then she cries. Very sad!
She is still so cute, despite her puppy-esque behavior.
The neighborhood kitties, Bob Buttons and Black-and-White Kitty, just don't even know what hit them.
Neighbor Fred the Beagle doesn't care.