We test Sync again. Oh! THERE'S my puppy! She's feeling better today. She races after the ball, grabs it, and flings both the ball and herself bodily into the tester's lap. She scolds the pan noise and instead of following when the tester walks, she picks her up by the shoes and tosses her gaily over her shoulder. What a bad puppy! Just what I want!

This time when we lie down on the bed, she's chewing my hand and trying to climb over my head and whining. She talks ALL the time - not whining unless she's really not getting her way, but growling and rrring and rurr-rurring and purring and grumbling. And she's ALWAYS looking at me.

At bedtime, I wait until the whole litter is falling asleep and then take her to my room again. She plays with my hand for a few minutes and then settles down for a sleep, but she can hear her sisters muttering and she wakes up and starts screeching so I get her settled and then put her back with the rest. I've got a clinic to teach tomorrow and I need some sleep.