One Week Birfday!

It's not really Tilly's one week birthday, but she thinks it is. I've had her for a week. I'll let her think it's her birthday.

Yesterday had its struggles with socialization. We walked on the BK and she stopped so many times fearing people, kids, buggies. She hid in the grass once and I had to pluck her out. It was almost 3 hours, and we did not walk very far. Progress here is slow. Met Jenny and Eater and decided to walk her in the dog park. She was friendly with all dogs and was confident with Eater in most situations. A couple times in tight situations she froze and I had to pluck her again. But she had fun and Eater made her smile. She has a habit of jumping on me and tugging at my shirt or grabbing onto my pants. That is the next habit to break her of.

We had another accident free day in the car and I even had my eye off her last night for a while. I had not felt that relief in a week. And last night this happened: I took her to her bed an hour after doing business 1 and 2. She did not lay down right away; I had to encourage her, and many times she tried to get up and walk around the room. I don't allow that. She was determined to do it, and I thought she was just wanting to play. She whined a bit too, which was peculiar. About 2 am she tried again and I watched her walk around the bedroom and bathroom, trying to understand what was wrong. She tried to do business on the bathroom floor and I caught her and ran her down stairs. She went immediately and then went again and again and again. She was sick and she had been trying to tell me to let her out. She is amazking! We got back up stairs and she laid down and did not stir until I got up. What a sweetie.