Roxy can stay. Two weeks. We had two weeks of treat time together, growling, grumbling, and a little bit of snapping. But all of a sudden Watson throws a play bow and we have 32 pounds of sheltie madness tearing around the living room. I can’t wait to get the fence up!! She’s put on two pounds in the two weeks she’s been here. I bet she’s almost two inches taller. She outgrew her crate. Her second week of puppy classes she made friends with a mixed herding breed pup named Ezra. He’s a couple weeks older and 7 or so pounds heavier. The fun she had at play time. Such a fast and nimble pup! Weaving between our legs, the chair legs, and belly crawling under some low tables in their tearing around the room. She still isn’t afraid of much. And she’s getting better at holding it in the house although she hasn’t figured out how to let me know she needs to go out yet but we’re up to 1.5-2 hours between outings unless she had a hard play session, or a good nap. Pooping on a leash is no longer the worst thing ever. She’s a Kong chewing champ! This little dog is so fun.