She's got a great appetite (can't seem to get enough of her white rice & boiled chicken), good energy (actually, it's pretty clear she is dying to get out & run around) and back to her happy, cuddly, tail-waggin' disposition. She and Ami get to jetisoning themselves around the house in spurts, and then crashing back down for naps when they realize there's no going out just yet.
I think my only complaint is that an apparent by-product of her trauma and/or interim diet is increasingly eye-watering flatulence, which escapes from her with abandon and debilitating frequency. I may need a gas mask soon.
Sometimes, I think she knows just how I feel.....
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