To catch up: Brooke decided that a crocheted nursing shawl would be too hot for Casey. I crocheted a pineapple patterned one and don't know who to give it to. Casey was born 4 days after Amelia's birthday. Bingo died. Wacha, a stray cat I had for a short time, had to be euthanized. And Jim and I adopted Yorkie selected by everyone but me. (Jim and I had a discussion about whether or not I am a spiteful person and agreed that I do carry grudges. Ya think? If one carries grudges does that mean one is spiteful?)
I think we are calling the little 8 year old dog Pooch. We are both concerned that she doesn't seem to relate to either of us. She has accepted the bed I gave her, with some cunning encouragement, but now all she does is sleep. She likes to go outside, loves walks and exploring and sniffing but that's about it. We have written to her foster mom to see if we can get some insight and guidance. This is a two week trial period but if she doesn't warm up to us, she may be going back. Is there such a thing as autism in dogs?
