I have a confession to make. It's now been six and a half weeks since we brought Leonard and Penny home, and I've gone out of my way to feed them only high-quality dog food and a variety of vet-approved treats. That first day, though, when they were scared and confused and didn't seem comforted by my attempts to cuddle and pet them, I shamelessly secured their affections with a handful of Chicken McNuggets. Whoever said you can't buy love never heard the words "Dollar Menu."
Leonard and Penny's first week home was simultaneously easier and far more trying than I'd expected. I was ready for potty accidents, begging, and other common doggy misdemeanors that had always been a package deal with my parents' dogs. None of these occurred - whoever owned them before Sherri had failed to teach them how to sit or walk nicely on a leash, but had apparently done an excellent job of imparting that the kitchen was Mommy's domain and the yard was theirs.
What I hadn't prepared for was the acquisition of two new shadows. The dogs with whom I grew up would let you pet them for a few minutes, then go lay peacefully in a corner until something interesting happened. Leonard and Penny, on the other hand, seemed to want to be close enough to physically touch me at all times - and when I did touch them, they would get so excited that their entire bodies would shake along with their tails.