Of Mutual Fear

Bingley and Bennet.

These are the names of the two newest additions to our family.  They seem to be enjoying themselves quite well and have sufficiently booted our cat, Annie, from her hiding place under the shed (I actually feel bad for her, but she'll survive).

While Micaiah loves to watch out the windows and say, "I want puppy!" they seem to all have a mutual fear of each other.  I'm guessing the puppies' anxiety comes from the high-pitched shrieks emitted from her tiny lungs any time they come closer than four feet.

However, if they stay the designated footage from her safety bubble, she just loves them.  She'll toss the frisbee or the tennis ball in their direction (though both of these toys are still a foreign concept to the little guys; thus, they simply stare as if to say, "Why are you shoving this in my face?").  When we tell them to "Stay," Micaiah, also, will hold her palm out and command, "Say!" And when they're finally allowed to eat, she jumps up and down excitedly, "Good job!!!"

She's cute.  So are they.  They make a good set.  As long as they all keep their distance.