Bica has officially been my dog for a week now. I asked her owner if he would sell her to me and he refused. "You can have her though," he said, "since she really prefers to live with you anyway."
I had to put new insurance forms in the cars today. Bica loves to ride in the car, so when I opened the door she hopped right in. She's still there, as a matter of fact, curled up on the floor in front of the driver's seat, having a snooze. She didn't want to get out when I was finished and I didn't see any reason to force the issue. I left a door open so she wouldn't get too hot, and I left my studio door open so that when she wakes she can join me. She's a good studio dog. She takes her tennis ball to her rug and lies down while I paint.