...oh, how time flies.
Too much else going on right now, I've fallen behind on keeping this thing updated. So: it's been a month, we still have Gremlin, she now fits into our household routine quite smoothly. No more diarrhea carpetbombs, no more wailing in the crate, no more quarreling with Pongu. I can sleep in my own bed again instead of on the couch. We're past the initial getting-to-know-you stage, the secondary bumps-and-lumps frustration stage, and well into the third stage of fostering: comfortable routine. Hoo-ray.
We continue to take her out on adventures. She loves playing around in the water but swims about as well as a concrete balloon. Shallow water only for this little gremlin.
She likes to play with Pongu, too.
But she has not quite figured out "Fetch."
And that's where we stand, one month in. Despite going out on the town regularly with her stylish "Adopt Me" vest on, and drawing a fair amount of attention at an adoption event last weekend, Gremlin still has no solid commitment for a forever home. She seems to know it, too; poor little monster seems occasionally worried about the permanence of her home with us. (I could be projecting, but it does seem like she tries extra hard to be a Good Dog so that we'll love her and let her stay here forever... or, at least, give her more hugs. It is sad and adorable.)
Lots of people stop and comment on how cute the Gremlin is, but no one (yet) wants to take her. I've made some flyers to post around town, we'll see if those help. Until then, well, we've got our routine settled.