Late last night, a little after 11:30 p.m., Jackie came off the H.O.P.E transport van, crossed a Northeast Philly sidewalk, and toddled on home to stay with us for a while.
Crookytail loved her almost instantly, but Pongu didn't take kindly to the interloper. By the next morning he wasn't trying to kill her anymore, but he's still definitely the Jerk Uncle ("oh my god, don't touch that! No don't touch that one either! Ugh you little hooligan, when are you going home?!") to Crookytail's Cool Uncle ("yeah sure kid, you can play with all the toys").
After so much excitement, Jackie went back in the puppy box (aka Biscuit's guinea pig pen) and pooped out...
...although not so much that she couldn't wake up when she caught me taking pictures.
And that's where we are for now. I took Jackie out for half an hour this afternoon to socialize her to strangers by having them feed her treats on the street. She did a great job (pretty impressive on St. Patrick's Day with a bunch of noisy, half-drunk strangers coming up right to her face!).
We also started work on a couple of foundational games like Kibble Toss (three goals on this one: (a) priming the marker word "Yes!"; (b) teaching the dog to "learn how to learn" by building an association between cue from person = fun games and treats!!; and (c) laying some foundations for a true recall by repeatedly giving the puppy incentives to turn around, re-orient back to me, and return as quickly as she can).
I don't really expect to have her long enough to make much progress in training, but you never know, so we might as well do what we can in the time that we have.