10:24am: She's an angel. She curls up on your feet.

10:37am: DEMON SPAWN! I have need new Achilles tendons.

10:45am: Awwwwww. Look at that face!

11:21am: You've ruined my life! (So sayeth Tinkham.)

11:23am: BACK OFF, YOU LITTLE MONSTER! (Tink means business.)

Tilly has doubled in size and can recognize her name but her head still fits through the fence. She's now fast enough she can get away when I'm trying to get her in the house. She goes from absolute delight to nightmare in a blink.

But she is sleeping (most of the way) through the night so that's nice. I'm hoping we'll soon all be back in our beds. Or we need to buy a more comfy couch.

All in all? 10/10. Will do again. But not until I forget the bad parts of having a puppy.