Sophie did yesterday what we've been expecting for a while. She let go of our hands and balanced on her two spindly little legs for a good three seconds. Then, because he mommy missed it, she did it for 10. It was an amazing moment where you almost can't believe what you're seeing, like if the cat started playing chess. (Right now she's a middling checkers player, so you can imagine what a surprise that would be.)
I think this gives us about a week until she takes her first steps on her own, a couple weeks until the first walking injury, and a month until nothing in the house is safe from her grabby little hands. This is bad news for Lisa, who will have to start watching her daytime activities a lot more closely, but worse news for Jake, who currently has the luxury of walking away from Sophie if she gets too close.
In other news, Jake got his ass kicked by a neighborhood pit bull -- two ear bites, a chest scratch and one seriously wounded pride. Apparently, young pits don't like playing the "I'm top dog/No I am" game with graying middle-age labs. At least Jake was kind enough to lick his own blood off my shoe when it was over.
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I hope Jake is okay!!
Jake's fine. In fact, he kind of deserved the abuse. As a type-A, he's always assumed that he can push other dogs around, and they'll cower. Well, this one didn't particularly like the idea of being mounted.
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