This is Peyton (and no, she is NOT named after Peyton Manning).
She's a 3-year-old golden retriever mix. She loves belly rubs and chasing squirrels and she's my new roommate.
The Pilot brought her home last night. She's his puppy although now, that we're cohabiting, I'm allowed to say she's our puppy.
She got home late last night and The Pilot and I headed out to the car to grab some stuff he had brought with him. She made the saddest little puppy face I had ever seen when we left her, that it absolutely broke my heart. She doesn't know where she is and she's confused about being in a new place, but I'm hoping she'll start to get more comfortable as the weekend goes by before The Pilot leaves for his next trip and I take over puppy duties.
Last night, when we closed our bedroom doors (they're french doors with windows, so she could see into the room) she started barking like crazy. She did not like being in the living room by herself. So, we've already broken the first rule of no puppy in the bedroom. She slept in her little bed in the corner though and when I left for work this morning, The Pilot had one arm hanging off the bed, with his hand on her back. So I'll allow it, if not only to help her settle in a little bit better, but because that image was just so stinkin' cute.
Welcome to DC, Peyton.
Dog owners: What do I need to know? I've had pets before, of course, but they were always those pets that my mom ended up shouldering responsibility for!
DC Dog owners: Any must-love-dogs places I should have on my radar?