Meg.

Our dear sweet Bully Baby Meg.

She who was all smiles and happy grunts when she first met Cody has had a bit of a change of heart. On Day One of the Cody-ification of our house, Meg greeted him with a sniff and a general positive vibe. On Day Two she played chase with him in the yard for nearly an hour, very clearly enjoying every second of the fun. Then on Day Three, she learned that he makes noise when locked into his kennel. A lot of noise. As I walked out the door that morning to head to work, I swear the look she gave me was, "Are you kidding me?" I guess she's not a fan of the high-pitched pseudo bark that only puppies are capable of blasting.

And then came Day Four.

The Day.

The Day that Meg suddenly seemed to realize a little something something. Cody is not leaving. I swear you could see that she finally grasped that concept in her every little mannerism. It was obviously quite the revelation for her.

When I got home from work, I let the two of them out to go potty. Meg is never cooperative with that concept, but she does usually manage to race out REALLY fast to take a mega-pee before she tries to act like she's going to melt if she has to be outside for a second longer. Instead of peeing then rushing back into the garage, Meg just stood in the driveway and watched. And stared. And didn't move. Or pee. Cody was oblivious as he ran circles around my feet and tried to leap into my arms (Michael Jordan he is not). Meg stood and stood and stood and just wouldn't budge.

She has done the exact same thing every day since. No aggression, just silent protest.

Meg is pissed.

Sucks to be her.