My fifteen years-old dog is not happy with the puppy, forty five days
old, that arrived yesterday.
She is at the kitchen now and I'm in the middle of two generations trying my best to let her know that she will not lose anything.
For the moment she doesn't even look at the puppy who woke me up licking my face at three a.m..
I'm sleepy now and looking forward to the adaptation period ends.
I can't hardly wait to see both of them together but it will take a while.
Life is so hard!
