I was sorting through old files and found this photo of Mari from the day we brought her to the States. I forgot how small she was. She was only about 17 or 18 pounds and grew to 23 to 24 (although at this point I’m sure she’s down several pounds).
This was taken at the airport when we’d just taken her out of her crate. She was nervous at first — all these people and rolling suitcases and weird smells — and the automatic sliding doors freaked her out. Andrew took her through them twice, and she held back both times, uncertain, and only went through because she was on a lead. Then she sat and watched people go in and out a few times. The third time she was a pro. She ran up, waited, then ran through ahead of Andrew instead of trailing behind.
We were amazed at how adaptable and smart this little creature was. She’d just gotten off of an airplane, her first ever trip, and was in a totally foreign environment, and there she was observing and learning and smiling through all of it.
Mari, I hope you weren’t too scared during tonight’s thunderstorm. You’re a brave girl, and I hope you found a cozy spot to hide out and have found some dinner since.